There is nothing quite like barbecuing some good food under a clear evening sky in the company of friends. The chilly wind only makes the fire all the warmer.
As they say, flames are never the same, twice. You can stare at them for ages, yet there will be no identical repetitions.
At times, in the dying amber, creatures and things emerged from the flame. From delicate flowers to savage beasts, what can been seen is limited only by our imaginations, a faculty that was often less corroded relatively in many's early days.
But what I found to be the most fascinating imagery of all is something you can only be seen if you dance along with the efreeti.
There is no peace and joy like knowing you are in the right coordinates of eternity. There is nothing quite as dreadful as knowing you are out of step with the dance of flames and ashes.
The womb will never hold you forever, but each in its time must come out alive or stillborn. When the time comes, one needs to rise to paths defined.