Dana Reynolds - Dancing Lights

A few weeks ago, I was lying in bed reading a book, and across the room I had a few nice-smelling candles lit. The fan was on a low setting as to not extinguish the flames. It was dark out, and the only other light in the room was the small light I had attached to my book. At some point, I stopped reading so I could just watch the ceiling. The light from the candles was dancing! It was one of the most unexpected pieces of beauty that I have come across so far this year. I don’t often stop and just take in a sight, but I just sat and watched for quite a while – it was entrancing.