I sit here.  Watching the flames dance in the rain. The crazy neighbor sitting in a lawn chair.  Just watching the charcoal slowly change to white.  

Cold beer in hand.  Tunes in the earbuds.  Sitting just watching.  Waiting.  Birds hiding in the tree.  Trying to stay dry.      

Keeping quiet.  Staying still.  Don’t want to disturb them.  Little and sweet.  Harmless.  Reminding me the sky is the limit.   How high should I aim?