125: Will-o'-the-wisp

You see it in the stormy night. A light like a gentle will-o'-the-wisp. But will-o'-the-wisps are treacherous. You should not place your hopes too heavily on their shoulders. Yet here you are, stalking towards it while hail and wet snow hurtles towards you. The light flickers. The downpour soaks through your clothes. Plasters your hair to your face. Your nails turn blue and purple. But the light still shines. You know not to trust it. And perhaps that is why, when it offers a hand, you seize it and hold it fast. It flickers, frightened, but gives in and gives itself up to your hands and arms and fills your chest to the brim with warmth. Your nails regain their colour. You will find your own path through the storm.

Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad)