Her light was off and that’s bad

I never like to turn my light off when I know you’ll be looking for me.

But sometimes a dark room is the only kind that will work for me.

I certainly don’t like to hide my light under a bushel. I much prefer to have it right out where you can’t miss it. Somewhere that there is no chance for you to not have the opportunity to bask in it’s glow.

I like the way you bask.

So here’s a chance to follow the light to the past. From 2007, it’s a little crunchy, aurally and emotively. But hopefully it will make you shine brightly until I return to you next week at Bubbles in the Think Tank.