cry of life.

It’s weird how something as simple as a fire can change everything.

This might be a guy thing, or possibly a pyro thing, but whilst burning the halfdead branches and leaves from my yard, I change.  I changed.
If there was something wrong, like there was, looking at the smoke and feeling the heat tends to just….

School, work, people. 

They just melt away, leaving you with your yard, your body, and your fire.

Nothing more, nothing less.
Perfect.