White, black, graying flakes lie at the center of the enclosure made up of stone.

Half consumed branches jut from the ash.

The ring surrounding the remnants of wood, is circular, and constructed of nearby chunks of granite.

The granite ring is flecked with black, scorched by a once vibrant flame.

An unexpected breeze sends postage stamps of ash to the sky.

The stone ring stands. It’s internal circumference is cold.

There was potential here, once, enough kindling to burn. The tender of the flame simply walked away.

Walked away, or doused the flame.

Let it burn.

LET IT BURN!!!!