How do you find them, these fires?

I found myself watching the beauty of a rich sunset bathe the mountains down across the plains. There were shady places of dark moving across the valleys and the brightly lit sunny places of the mountains interchanging in reds and ambers to fill the emptiness. A slow trading of places with each other revealing what was obscured and obscuring what was revealed.

I was remembering a warm evening with my Father Drawn in close in his lap on his kaiila with my head tucked beneath his chin, together we witnessed the wonders of our world unfold before us. It had been a magical time for me. I watched again as the vista splayed itself on the sides of the wagons, a creation of the fire opal that I had given the scarrer. In his hand the flashes of light came to life, touching first this wagon, and another then streaked against the light smoke wisps from the fire. The sparks of light it gave off was mesmerizing.

It was Cana's voice that slipped beneath the vision. How do you find them, these fires? I laughed much to myself than anything trying to reel back to here and now to give her an answer. Busy? I had not meant that it was the gathering that night feel so intense for me. I was distracted and knew it well.

It took more than a few ehn to focus on the conversations that bounced around. Much of it was light hearted joking about untainted milk and just what a man expects when he returns from his day. Meat … without much fancying up. Ah, honesty at its finest. That is much what Father used to say.

Meat, milk, fire, memories and friends ... all untainted. I had found the fires warm, welcoming and more as they have been from that first moment. How could I curl all of that in the cradle of my palms and show Cana the meanings?

There was still the sunset.