Late 2014 Jakin, my husband, set out to enter a local short film festival. While he was the master videographer, director and producer, I was dragged in as his novice accomplice and script-write. The theme was 'Winter Light', with much room for interpretation and expression. I encourage you to take a minute to watch and enjoy!
Lone bird cry wakes morning,
And the dawn stirs.
Sheets pull and feet hit floor hard.
Day begins again.
The cold seeps deep into bones;
Water shivers through pipes,
And kettle steam wisps delicate.
Outside the frost bites,
And all around creeps fog.
Ages of dreary days dulls the driven mind.
The chill steals breath sharp,
Billows cool and cuts hard.
Droplets form and track slow down signs.
Footsteps drag heavy, joining the chorus.
This day, grey, like every other.
Is there more than this?
Ancient skies are streaked with light,
As secrets in the mist whisper soft across the valley.
Heart beats and every breath is seen.
The mud churned trail speaks journey,
And draws in deep.
Trees stretch tall,
As underfoot branches snap with every step.
Mist hangs regal, cloaking the rippled river path-
All glory awakens!
Luminescent moon fades brilliance.
Filling every crevice, painting every rock face,
And warming the cold inside.
And there is more,
There is light, here, now – and in every season.