As I climb out of bed in the dark of night, electrons dance across the static-laden sheets in a crinkling display of blue light.
A moment later and I peer out the bathroom window. Fireflies are busy taking ownership of the night with their random, silent display of flickering lights.
I look skyward and see not a cloud in the sky. In the clearness of the dark night, stars shimmer above. Their long-extinguished light has journeyed through time and now somehow lights the night.
I return to bed with hope in my heart. No matter the depth of darkness, light will find a way.
Hope springs nocturnal.