Brittney Harris

In light we Trust

The thing I miss most is the sun. I remember always hiding from it now. I would give anything just to bask in it's glory for a moment. The light here is much too white. Not warm and yellow, just sterile. I've been staring at how it reflects off a desk a few seats down from mine. In the corner of my eye, I caught a gleam of light. While my mind was encapsulated by it,  I was reminded of the great fish that live miles below in the oceans and how they lure prey with the light they create.