LIGHT THE SAGE

A flickering light in the essence of darkness, a spark in the void of coldness, a shimmer in the dullness of oblivion. A whispering voice in the silence of this eternal night. A cold front pervades the empty space, a freezing wind shakes the very soul of this lone being, a moment of suspense. What is it that lies ahead of this shiver? I light the sage and cast the incense into the air. The smoke curls upward, like a trail of thread, tracing a path through the empty space. The path leads somewhere, a road less traveled.