Over the past two days, there seems to be quite a bit of words and thought about a candle. Whether it was the person who purchased it, the guest who commented on it, or what has been crossing my mind the most: what it has come to represent.
This evening I was laying on my covers looking up and I noticed a familiar sight of the projectection of the lamp shade touching the ceiling. The smell of vanilla conjured up a few fleeting memories but most importantly the sense of tranquility through soft conversation. I can’t explain in words, but the chemical change of a burning wick and the surrounding molten wax never opened my eyes as much as it did in that moment.