Even in our electric age of light and neon, the glow and crackle of a fire maintain their magic. Fire has, since childhood, been something out of the ordinary; something a little sacred, something a little profound. Firelight reminds you of the darkness we humans used to live in and, indeed, how we were once more comfortable with the shadows. Fires of long ago.
It has truly been two weeks of growth and transformation. There’s no stopping nature now as we dive joyfully into summer.
We welcome the expansive season. A time of clarity: the light glows, sparkles, laughs. The scenery gurgles and chirps, green tendrils pushing toward the sun. Everywhere, delicate transparency captures the crystalline glow, cradling it softer than a torch.
There can be no doubt that winter is on its way out and that spring is here to stay. Even for those in the more northerly regions, I’m sure that there is a sense that the world is heading in one direction – and that direction is towards warmth and light. Occasional snow showers be damned.