Where the Light Waits

Two paths.
Two silences.
Both taken by you.

One is winter—
a snow-buried street
holding its breath beneath stone walls.
An old building keeps its secrets.
A single lamp burns amber against the cold,
refusing to let the dark
have the last word.

The other is green and breathing—
a wooden bridge threading through tall pines,
boards seasoned by rain and time.
It does not rush you.
It invites you.
Step by step into deeper quiet.

What do I see?

The same soul in different seasons.

One moment lit by endurance—
standing still in frost,
finding warmth in a single glow.

Another carried by movement—
choosing to cross,
trusting the strength beneath your feet.

Snow or forest.
Lamp or path.

Both are thresholds.
Both are yours.

#WhatDoYouSee
#WDYS

— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫