I think I've mentioned before that, a lot of the time, I make up stories about my photos after I take them.
Well, when I look at this, I see a teenager who has just ran away from home. She's tired. She's weary. And then she comes across this tree, the light is drawing her towards it. Before she knows it, she finds herself scurrying under it. Under the tree, the lights reminds her of little faries watching over her, offering her shelter - just like the ones she used to read about in her story books. It's comforting, even if she's a bit embarassed for having thought up such a childish thought.
But she feels safe, and that's all that matters right now.