This is late, but my computer went down this morning and I could not complete my entries.
I really like the way you have woven a tragic family incident into a prose poem that deals with the mystical. It has a haunting, melancholic tone, and yet speaks to the realities of modern life. I question the "shift of yellow light" which made me think of the sunrise, but, since the moon makes an appearance later in the draft, I think it should be white. That's the only uncertainty I have. Nicely written, MacKenzie!
Pauline
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