And I'm sorry in advance.

So, we had a camping on this lovely not-yet-fall-but-felt-like-fall evening. We invited some friends and neighbors, and I'm still hanging out with one even though it's getting rather late.

And as I was just staring into the dying embers in the fire pit, I thought of something:

We're all like flames in a fire.

We all look different and move differently.

We shine and burn at our own unique intensities.

We helps others by shining our light for them.

We help continue on our life by sharing and spreading our heat.

We help each other multiply by combining our power of light.

We pass on our legacy of spreading warmth and love.

And eventually, when we've burned the best we could, we die out.

(Like I said, I'm sorry, but I thought I could tell y'all, and you'd get it-)

(My family would laugh at me if I said anything this poetic...)

Maya <3