Freezing, numb, and trembling, in the deep-dark recess of the cave, she watched as the night dissolved to reveal first rays of the morning light. The flickers of light chased some of the sadness away, and was replaced with a glimmer of hope. She shuffled her nearly immobile and weakened limbs forward, easing out of the darkness, stepping into the light, and that’s when she saw him standing at the mouth of the cave, waiting and keeping watch over her throughout the night. He didn’t dare force her to come out and knew that she would in her own time. As she approached he saw recognition register first, then disbelief, and under it all was immense gratitude that shown in her eyes. Relief flooded him and all of the doubts that plagued him throughout the night were cast aside. They stood in silence, on opposite sides, watching the sun rise and push the suffocating fog away. He knew she was not ready, so he didn’t push. He would be holding her hand though, when she was ready to step out of the cave and fully into the light – where she would shine, when it was time.
Absolutely loved this week’s photo prompt from Ermilia’s blog.