Iām speechlessā¦ this was just a beautiful story, the warmth of community, with the perspective of an object being the watcher of a shall townā¦ I mean definitely a great write, āļø ššššš
This was beautiful, Ellie. The image of people gathering beneath that one steady light stayed with me. It captured something very real about how shared presence can quietly carry us through the heaviest seasons. Thank you for this. āØšæ
You captured that perfectly. It felt deeply grounded, and very human. That quiet sense of people simply being there for one another is what stayed with me most. šæ
Oh Ellie that is beautiful absolutely stunning and beautiful. I think it's your best. It had me in tears and that's how I've felt all winter sinking in grief and loneliness. There has honestly only been you there for me constantly and I'm so grateful to have met you under the lamplight. Thank-you šā„ļø
When I read this, it didnāt feel like a story. It felt like somewhere Iāve stood before.
That lamppost, the way no one fixes each other, the way they just stay, thatās what got me. The widening of the circle. The breathing together. Thatās the kind of comfort Iāve needed and didnāt know how to ask for.
Eira saying sheās not fine. Elias admitting the loneliness out loud. That hurt in a familiar way.
And the girl drawing light from their cracks. Iāve felt like that before. Like the broken parts were the only honest parts.
It didnāt feel magical in a big way. It felt real. Like grief in winter. Like standing outside longer than you have to because going home feels heavier.
The whisper at the end, āI was once like you.ā I donāt even need to know what it means. It just feels true.
This piece doesnāt try to solve the dark. It just sits in it.
I love this!
Thank you! šš¤ Iām glad you enjoyed it!
Iām speechlessā¦ this was just a beautiful story, the warmth of community, with the perspective of an object being the watcher of a shall townā¦ I mean definitely a great write, āļø ššššš
The lamppost appreciates the applause. šTruly though. thank you. Iām so happy the warmth of it came through š©·
I really loved this !
Thank you! š©· Iām so happy it resonated with you.
This gave me chills! What a great story!!
Chills are my favorite kind of compliment. Thank you š¤
This was beautiful, Ellie. The image of people gathering beneath that one steady light stayed with me. It captured something very real about how shared presence can quietly carry us through the heaviest seasons. Thank you for this. āØšæ
That means a lot š¤ I hoped it would feel grounded more than magical. Just people standing close enough to feel less alone
You captured that perfectly. It felt deeply grounded, and very human. That quiet sense of people simply being there for one another is what stayed with me most. šæ
Oh Ellie that is beautiful absolutely stunning and beautiful. I think it's your best. It had me in tears and that's how I've felt all winter sinking in grief and loneliness. There has honestly only been you there for me constantly and I'm so grateful to have met you under the lamplight. Thank-you šā„ļø
Iām really honored it resonated with you. Winter can be so heavy, especially when grief lingers in it.
Iām glad the lamplight felt like company. None of us are meant to stand alone in it š¤
So beautiful.. open hearts are electric ā¤ļø
Electric! and a little brave. ā¤ļø
Bravery wins hearts ā„ļø
When I read this, it didnāt feel like a story. It felt like somewhere Iāve stood before.
That lamppost, the way no one fixes each other, the way they just stay, thatās what got me. The widening of the circle. The breathing together. Thatās the kind of comfort Iāve needed and didnāt know how to ask for.
Eira saying sheās not fine. Elias admitting the loneliness out loud. That hurt in a familiar way.
And the girl drawing light from their cracks. Iāve felt like that before. Like the broken parts were the only honest parts.
It didnāt feel magical in a big way. It felt real. Like grief in winter. Like standing outside longer than you have to because going home feels heavier.
The whisper at the end, āI was once like you.ā I donāt even need to know what it means. It just feels true.
This piece doesnāt try to solve the dark. It just sits in it.
This means so much to me. The fact that it felt familiar rather than fantastical is exactly what I hoped for š¤
Sometimes comfort isnāt about fixing. Itās just about staying. Iām really glad that part found you.
Beautiful story. I wish I could meet some people under such an artifact of light.
Thank you š¤ Iām happy it resonated.
And when you do, I hope itās the kind of meeting that lingers a little.