flickering

I had traveled to Montana to observe and participate in the American democratic process, the way most Americans engage with American democracy—not in union halls or public forums, but on the receiving end of a one-way fire hose of paid propaganda and professional manipulation, rendered in 30-second bursts of flickering blue light, largely in isolation, via television.

Amid the bare branches, flickering candles and migrating birds lies an invitation to reflect not only on the children we once were but also on the adults we aspire to become — and to dwell, for a moment, in the seasonal and spiritual in-between.

Just look at her eyes — not simply the emotions flickering across them, but how she paints them.

His Durga has no body, her life force represented by a flickering candle, much like the candles that are part of the protests.

Anxious for clarity, I repeatedly let my hand linger near the candle flickering in the middle of our table.