lightinthecold

light in the cold

Once he considered it a curse. A punishment. Like Sisyphus pushing forever up the mountain, and at least Sisyphus could move.

All he could do was stand. Stand in ever-frozen stillness. Stand and hold the light aloft.

But that was a very long time ago, and time has changed his perspective.

Now he considers it an honor to be the lightbearer. To carry the light in the cold. To be a beacon in the dark.

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

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