I light a candle to keep the Shades away. I light a candle to stay off the Night and extend the Day. I light a candle hoping to give the Spectre the feeling of Dismay. All are beacons telling Him he cannot have me, not this day.
“beneath the dusting of soft snow there is a summer waiting to be born, a season of sun-kissed shoulders and rodeo queens, of campfires, and rivers, and barn swallows dancing at twilight...” ― Kate Mullane Robertson