She looks at the candle, looks at the flame
It draws her in, a fire untamed
Dancing in her eyes with a wild heat
Yearning to be like the fire and dance to its beat
She calmly runs her fingers through its blaze
No harm done just blackened fingertips, amazed
Her hearts like the...
Beautiful all day.
I needed sit down time and not in front of the TV.
So I gathered sticks and robbed the wood pile.
I formed this cute teepee around paper towels and lit it up.
Grabbed my lawn chair, moved closely to the small circle of fire.
I feed it stick by stick, watching...