Sometimes I don’t get as much as I want.

As much as I think I need.

Often I walk this dusty, winding, pebble and rock-strewn path during nighttime hoursWhen I do, the moon-and-star-glow coming from the navy-blue sky illuminates, but only a little bit.   

My eyes see outlines, shadows against the horizon's darker background, and I’m not confident of what they are.   

My vision is limited.  

The darkness seems big.  Bigger than the moon.  Bigger than the stars.  Bigger than me.

But the lamp at my feet is enough for at least the next step.  Or two. 

And that is enough light for now.


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