lesson in impermanence or in expecting something to always be there, when it’s changing.
It’s also a powerful force. Watching it in the stove, when the fire gets strong and the flames are licking at the edges, I wonder if I built it too hot, if the whole stove will melt and the fire will come exploding out of the small metal container in which it’s trapped. I enjoy it the most when the fire dims down to just the orange coals, blinking in and out as the fire within ebbs and flows. I’m tired, it’s past my bedtime, but I can’t pull myself away. There’s something captivating about those orange coals, the heat and fire swirling around them, something that seems to break the bonds of the material world.
And then the fire winks out, like summer.