I could watch this all night. The way the sparks shoot up like tiny, forgotten wishes, disappearing into the dark. See that? That little ember, glowing bright for a moment, and then it’s gone. And in the end, it’s just ash. A whisper of what was. It’s a beautiful thing, though. The way it never pretends to last forever. It just is, for now. And maybe that’s the whole point. And because it doesn’t last, you have to remember to watch it burn.
