Knees scorched and my heart is warm. Reminiscing days of ocean blue. Instead I sit in my armour. Protecting the fierceness of winter breeze. Hot and cold tend to possess this intensity. Red licks upon cedars wood, reminding me of the significant vessel I occupy, is capable of feeling too. There is a certain life to a flame, that I find difficult to express, so instead I will exist in this body. Reminiscing.