I gaze at the smoke that got a deeper shade of black as time passed. It took seconds to set off into a huge angre nature flame, Wild but safe. The beauty of it's colours, The textures; Tempting to touch. The smell. Oh the smell, as it tickled it's way up through the different sectors of my nose it felt warm and calming. If I looked close enough at it and let my mind escape every thing I felt at that moment, I would be able to see elegance in a human form; Spinning and balacing on the toes and lifting the leg to create balace and a tense structure, Using arms as balance and depending on the knees, arms and feet to keep them a float in the right posture for moves and flight of elegance. The flame. The flame creating the visible elegance, the warmth, the destructional object which hurts so many but still fasinates. The ballet of the flame. The flame then faded...,died.

A few years ago I got to meet 3 wonderful ambassador wolves at a Wolf Conservation Center. Here they are. Although I didn't get to pet them (they trusted their handlers, these wolves are NOT tame and should never be considered pets), I actually, with a group, had a howling session with them and it was one of the most amazing things I've ever done.

Within the past year, all three have died- the last one, the oldest, the female named Kaila, passed away yesterday.

It puts great sadness in my heart to know animals I felt a great bond with have left us, when they taught a world around me so much. I watched people who were terrified of wolves grow more curious and accepted of them the whole time I was there.

Goodbye, friends.

Peirce? It's so weird. Doesn't anyone think that? I pick the stupidest names...