The fire burns safely; deep inside a secluded forest.
Sitting directly towards the warmth on an dry rotted fallen tree, I turn my head and neck around, squinting into complete darkness.
There's nothing to see past the next tree with a soft warm glow in any direction anyway.
Heat and the sounds of crackling timber signaling into my ear to reassure me.
A half crescent moon dodges clouds and tree branches.
looking down at my twisting toes making patterns fire lit in the dirt, pulverizing last seasons fallen brown leaves
I'm gazing blankly into the fire until my vision blurs
I want this to last forever.
I feel completely content.
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