Slow Burn. It’s a 6.

I went to our place today, no not our place because it was yours, you just invited me to share in it with you. Walks among the trees, through the wood, down stone staircase to shore lapping gentle waves, a lullaby. Sit silent, sun shine’s warming soul, body, heart renewed. Respite brief… silent stalker lights a match for the slow burn, retreats in stealth to the sidelines. Spitting flames sputter against rising resistance until fire’s rage takes dominion. Cruel devastation spreads, wildfire out of control, nothing left but ash.