Children know about darkness. When still very small, they wake up one day to a room that feels cold. They realize the vast amount of empty space in their surroundings for the first time. Suddenly they are aware of feeling small.
When the sun comes up, filling the windows with bright, they are free. The light dances over their faces. It washes over their skin. They glow. Warm, inviting, daytime entices them. They are naturally curious.
They fill their memory up with every detail. The smallest things provoke wonder. Is it cold, wet, soft or hard? What does it taste like? How does this smell? How does my mom feel about this thing? What if I throw it?
Then, when they are filled up with all of this raw data, they get to work making themselves secure. Things are as they should be. Everything is just how it is. I can sleep. They tuck wonderment in for the night.
Eyes closed. Breath gets heavier, and deeper. They are again free, until that odd space between sleep and the sun’s return is once again upon them.