Evening embers, stirred slow and deliberate as the fire burns low, afterglow of warmth . Talk turns contemplative, each staring into coals of yesterday, where memories dance in flickers . Carefully turning marshmallow clouds so they don’t go up in flames

Evening embers, stirred
slow and deliberate
as the fire burns low,
afterglow of warmth
.
Talk turns contemplative,
each staring into
coals of yesterday, where
memories dance in flickers
.
Carefully turning
marshmallow clouds
so they don’t
go up in flames
What are your thoughts?