In the silver of the night

In the silver of the night there sometimes is the smell of soup, and soap, and being on top of the ground.

When one's life changes like the energy or like the light that consumes us in winter with its lack.

We might weep, or we might laugh, or we might touch one another but in a sense not described until

The event occurs that is life changing that is temporal. Until the event occurs. Then we look out and see what we must see.

Like carving out a dinner, we see it. We might be aghast we did not see it coming like a truck. But we see it. We must appreciate the change. The change will speak to us. It will speak.