The Colour Light

There are only a few of us left now. Huddled together in the soft yellow light – the safe light. Safe from the dark spreading out before us. We can all see it, standing in the yellow light looking out, the heavy dark. With its secrets. We can't see them but we know they are out there… Just there. Like the cold… The cold rolls into the yellow light relentlessly. You can lose your eyes against the dark but the cold shatters all illusion. But we can also see… the white light. We see it moving in the dark. Near, far, nearer still – every time the white light comes close, touching the yellow light, there is a moment… Who is next? Who will leave with the white light? Me? The cold, the dark, the white light that leaves you behind, the waiting… But we know there is only one end – the white light. We all know the white light will come for us but which white light will take one of us away from the safe yellow light and into the dark? The cold, heavy dark. With its secrets. A white light comes closer and I know it is for me. But I am ready…

I leave the yellow light of the office doorway and cross the white light of the car headlights to the passenger door – my lift home has arrived on this cold winter night.