In the golden glow streaming in from the rafters, I feel glittering magic descend.

In times of trouble golden hues lay a blanket of calm over me.

Dark tunnels lit by glowing torches, holding my breath until I reach the next fire.

Cold air fills my lungs, my stomach aches, the candle beside me dances.

Dirt underneath my fingernails I try to scream, no sound, but the lighter beside me holds me.

Cobblestone walls and an aging wood ceiling sway with the flames.

Old lightbulbs, spheres of cracked glass, dark orange filament twisting together like two rival serpents.

My eyes can rest, no strain, I am warm, safe.

Comfort, I find comfort in the golden light.

Antique lampposts in the park, flickering in a non-threatening way.

The beam of a dull flashlight, batteries clunking around loosely.

Strike a match and feels the fear ease, no longer in the dark.

Forget rose-colored glasses and painting the town red, forget the blues and feeling green.

I’m following the golden flicker.