When the lights go up all around the outside of homes, the lights pepper the night, lending a low vision of stars looming near us. Words can’t describe how individuals with autism see or feel the tiny bits of brightness.
We join our senses onto waves of palpable prisms. The famously noisy fluorescent lights force us into doing what we can to block them into less hits to our senses. If we could light the world with prickly tiny bulbs that shine away from our eyes, clearer vision would be ours.
The world lights doors, windows and lines all the fine green branches. Old garland is pulled out each year with little more than people’s memories of holidays left behind. Rightly, we link these lights to good cheer, distancing our minds from where they originally came to be. Finding light in the darkness, men and women found hope in their hearts. Right when the star entered the blackened sky, weary people came to know love. When we lighten the season, may we once more think of this time and then a long ago land. Of stories told of a night when all words were silent, and only peace on earth was put in our hearts.
