setting: near midnight, looming 25th birthday, no water supply for the night.
what makes you pick out a candle?
maybe its color shade on a brightly lit shelf at a department store, or perhaps the thought of a small and constant ember slowly melting it from head to toe.
no matter your reasoning behind the selection, if you’ve picked a candle, it has picked you back.
it’s the age old difference between objects and people: objects have no choice but to pick you back.
lesson one: always carry matches.
if you are lucky, you will have plenty of electric light and that candle will be your quaint charming way of setting up a mood once in a while.
if you are lucky, you will only need one match to assure a spark and that spark and wick will lock onto a sloppy wet kiss which will lick up into a very steady flame.
if you are lucky there will be no wind.
because you see…
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you can’t blame a windy night.
...it's cold again.
