I so enjoyed yesterday evening with a small group of friends. Near a forest. With a fire in fire pit.
I so loved the friendship, spoken into words, yet also eased in silent stares to the fire, or up to the half moon. With background hoots of Barred Owl.
I so loved balancing this stone. I love the attention to slight, slight nuance that leads to a certain beauty meant only to be momentary.
Fire warms us. Friends too. Stones balance. Friends too. Owls hoot, as did we, with our own kind of song and story.