The Burn of Care 𓈌
Keeping something bright alive
Keeping a small flame alive isn’t as simple as it seems.
There’s rain and heartbreak, taxes and gusts of wind.
But gold and blue skies make clear: not even the end will last forever.
I cup my hands around the flame and angle myself against the wind, watching its glowing life breathe.
No one knows why I cup my hands and crouch down.
Small flame dancing just for me. Fragile.
Care sometimes feels like burning.
The burn of care means we’re keeping something bright alive.
Warmly,
Lucas