The Candles Glow

In the quiet of my living room, I lit a single candle to ward off the early darkness of the evening. The small flame flickered gently, casting soft shadows on the walls. As I sat in its warm glow, a sense of peace settled over me—a welcome respite from the chill outside.

A knock on the door startled me, and I found my neighbor standing there, holding a tin of freshly baked cookies. “I thought you might like these,” she said with a kind smile. “Winter is a time for sharing warmth, after all.”

We sat together in the glow of the candlelight, enjoying the cookies and the simple act of connection. “Sometimes,” she said softly, “the heart-mind finds its calm in the smallest gestures—a flame, a cookie, a moment shared.” Her words were like the candlelight itself, subtle yet illuminating, and I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the quiet, present warmth of winter evenings.