It’s here, but not from around here.
The fire is still within you.
But the air, the light, the smell, the warmth all defy your memory.
Remember, all that has happened in the past does not go away.
Imprinted are the fragments of moments held in silence:
The incessant crashing of ocean waves,
Small inextinguishable ball of candle fire,
Crackling sounds of ice under your feet.
With pure honesty — no more petty calculations — implore what matters.
Not for others’ approval, not for vainglory, but for the art of life.
Decide for yourself how this chapter will go.
2.27.2025
Ralph with Coffee 