Okay it has been awhile since my last rambling. I know I said I would write more but some things just have a way of falling off the radar once in awhile. Some things fall really far and take awhile to find and bring back. This would be one of those things that fell so far it eventually circled around and landed right back in my lap. A bit beat-up and ragged but by all accounts not that much worse for wear.

This all comes from watching the fire. The fire is pure. The fire is unpredictable. The fire is our friend and also our enemy. We are to trust it and in the same breath never take it for granted. Leave it unguarded and it could strike out and destroy everything close and dear to us. It dances and amuses us, warms us. Its roots, the embers beckon us to touch their rosy glow. Colours ebb in and out of its rhythmic motion. Constantly moving, eating at the very fuel it needs to survive. Snapshot taken, it hypnotises our gaze, studying the curves of the flame, the point of its reach.

There it is, the muse of the flame. Caught in a millisecond of time. She is quick but we found her in all her glory. Dancing away, leading her coloured minions above the hot embers. Soon she will slip away into our dreams or nightmares, to return another day.

Another Day.