She Only Lands Where Memory Lingers

In the quiet hours of the tavern, when the fire has softened and the cups sit half-empty, there are those who remain awake—not out of restlessness, but devotion.

This piece honours that presence.

A dragonfly rests upon an open book, its wings catching the last of the candlelight—iridescent, fragile, enduring. It does not rush. It does not flee. It has learned where it is safe to land. The candle burns steady beside it, not demanding attention, only offering warmth. The cup waits. The page remains open.

She only lands where memory lingers is a meditation on guardianship, remembrance, and the kind of love that does not announce itself. The love that stays. The love that listens. The love that keeps the light on long after the story has been told.

This work belongs to those who understand that some spirits do not fade—they watch, they witness, and they quietly protect the pages still being written.

Heather Lynn Donovan 

-Always by candlelight