There’s just something about the end of the day. The days work is done, and only the coals are left glowing within the circle of stones that once contained the fire that heated hands and tools. The time of quiet that lingers, while each one reflects on the happenings of the day. The world seems to pause in the stillness of the silent strength, as it flows through our minds.
We are close, we are distant. I am me, you are you. I am you, and you are me. We are each, and we are one, greed and pride are gone, while the embers glow.
Imagine- if 