Once upon Atime, a young moth with no name lived in a two room cottage looking out over a river on the side of a mountain that was covered in snow more often than not. In the Springtime, the warm sun came rising from just over the mountain on the other side of the valley. Every morning he got up early to watch it from his balcony, and every morning he promised himself that one day he was going to fly over the mountain at night to be ready for the light when it came. But when night came it was always dark and cold, and all he ever really wanted to do was stay indoors and fly around the light bulb in the middle of his living room instead.
Then one night when he was flying, the people who lived there were cooking dinner in the kitchen. Ever since he was a baby, he had always loved the smell and the sight of food. He flew down to ask them if there was any way he could help them to prepare it, but before he could ask the lady hit him over the head with a ladle and he fell to the floor and broke his wing.
For two months he crawled out of bed before morning and went out on to the balcony to see the light coming over the mountain day after day. “When my wing is better..” he promised himself, but all his friends used to laugh at him because he always talked a lot without ever really doing much of anything.
He went for walks, helped out around the house, and sometimes tried to play chess to pass the time, but the chess pieces in the cottage weighed more than he did so he found them very difficult to move. Gradually his wing started to heal, and soon he was able to fly from one side of the balcony to the other without stopping for a break. “In a few days I’ll be ready!” he told himself excitedly as he did chin-ups on the washing line to build up his strength.
A few days passed, and another few, but still he couldn’t bring himself to leave the balcony. Then a girl he liked from school fluttered by one morning when he was watching the sun rise and instinctively he blurted out; “Tomorrow I’m going to fly into that light!”
“Can I come?” she asked, and he was so shocked that she even replied to him that he said yes straight away without thinking about how cold it was at night or how safe it was in the cottage when he stayed away from the humans. He told her all about his plan to leave at night so that they could be ready to catch the light as soon as it first appeared on top of the mountain. She told him that she’d meet him on the balcony that night at 4 o’clock so they could leave with plenty of time to get across the valley before the sun rose.
All day he fluttered around the cottage, and all he could think about was what he should do and what he should say to make a good impression. He went to bed very early so that he could be well rested when it was time to leave, but he couldn’t sleep because his mind was giddy and wouldn’t relax. Eventually he drifted off and woke to a gentle tapping on his bedroom window. When he looked outside, he saw her on the windowsill wearing a hat and gloves, with a little backpack strapped around her waist. “Hurry up or we’ll miss it!” she said anxiously. His heart fluttered like her wings as he stumbled out of bed with drool matting one side of his face. “Come on!” she said, not seeming to notice or care about his physical appearance.
They flew off the balcony together, and somehow the cold of the night-time seemed like the heat of the day as she laughed about how crazy they were and how jealous everyone else would be when they heard about their adventure. When he started to feel tired all he had to do was look across at her flying beside him to feel refreshed and revitalised once more.
It was windy in the valley and they both found it tough going to make it across, but at long last they flew past the waterfall at the top of the mountain and came above the snowline that glistened under Orion in the light of a full moon. They landed on a branch of a pine tree that stood sleeping in the snow, but because they were so light and their voices were so quiet it kept snoring softly as they huddled together against the cold. He put his wing around her to help her stop shivering and she snuggled up against him to share body heat while they waited.
They didn’t have long to wait until the first glimmers of light softened the horizon from its blackness and day started to make its welcome return to the world. But when the sun came up, they realised that they had landed on the wrong mountain, and it was actually the mountain behind the one they were on where it sat instead. “Maybe if we hurry we can catch it..” he said to her, trying to hide his own disappointment and keep her spirits up at the same time.
“I don’t know,” she said downheartedly, “Maybe this was a crazy idea after all.”
“Well if we don’t try we’ll know for certain that we’ve failed.”
So they flew off again together towards the light, up and up into the mountains, but by the time they reached the top of the next mountain the sun had already moved and it looked like there was no way they would ever make it.
They kept flying higher and higher into the sky. It seemed like the closer they got to it, the further it went away from them, but just then, as they were about to give up and turn back, it was there before them; the brightest and most magical light that either of them had ever seen. They danced around it together, wrapped up in each other’s embrace, as the darkness they’d both flown through to get there faded away and the light of young love lit up the valley below.