Middle

Transfixed under the delicate exchange between night and day, she stood on a path of trodden oak leaves. Usually she found uncertainty frightening, but not now. It wasn't an uncertain light that murmured across the sky, but instead, a sureness in the embrace of the in-between. A meeting in the middle, a daily union of beauty. She too wanted to find that balance, a place where disparate things met and forged a love that was never as strong alone. Until then she waited for day to undress night, for night to stretch its body over day.