From this fire
Left from the embers that glow within
You blow and kindle crimson flame
That eats the wood with ravenous hunger
And leaves grey ashes and blackened logs that crumble
After the flames go up
World traveler when someone else does the planning, coffee drinker in the morning, tea lover when it's freezing, second-language speaker when the situation calls for it, teacher in the past, writer in free spaces,reader of classic literature, and most recently Mom of one itty-bitty boy. :) Blessed!