Just before I began writing this article, I lit a candle. Not just any candle, but a scented candle.
The candle came in a gift basket given me on a trip a few months back to Williamsburg, Virginia. Though I’m not a fan of scented candles—I can’t remember the last time I fired one up—there it sits on the table next to my desk, lighting up the gloom of this misty November day, its flame a reminder of the power of light in the darkness.
