Remember the pictures you put in a shoe box that you shove in the back of your closet. There comes a time when you come upon that box, take it down from its shelf, and explore its contents. Just like photographs in a box, we place memories in the back of our minds. Then one day we come upon them. This weekend, confused, I went for a walk. The sky was gray, the wind blustery, and the air cold. But then suddenly I thought of someone I hadn’t thought of in quite some time. That’s when the setting sun broke through the sky, the color of orange flame.
Maybe the fire dies and maybe life goes on. But maybe, just maybe…the fire still burns, deep, deep down in our hearts. In the places where it needs the light most.
The Girl on Fire