There is a time for words, and a time for silence.
A time to reflect, to dissect and understand, and there is a time to just stand and look. To behold.
Later comes the thankfulness, the future and the promise. Thankfulness for this bruised reed not broken, this smouldering wick not snuffed out; that our fragile hopes have not been crushed, and we are still standing when the lights come back on.
But first, there is a time to just stand and look.
What does new life mean to you?