Much like the boiled lollies that we were given as kids during the long car ride towards Huzzas from whatever remote country town my parents were teaching in, holding it up to the light would reveal more and more illumination the closer you got to finishing it. Here, in this moment it is not so much about the sweetness but held up to the sun it really was the brightest thing around, and much like the sweet in our mouths, this moment dissolved itself infront of my eyes, leaving me craving for another.
