warmth
a faint glow in the distance: the farmers are burning the brush again to extend their fields. in time there will be much work to do: rocks to pick, crops to plant, harvests to gather. but right now there is only a flare on the far horizon; smoky orange against the blue of twilight. a fire, a calm deep sky. this is my heart: so long i was a cold dark forest. one spark from you and now i am ablaze with light.


That is beautiful!
I see the flames reflected in your eyes....