against the chill.

hot fire, mutha-F*ers!
that's the only way to activate a full moon under a cloudy sky,
with wildly whipping winds and arctic air blasting and basting and lambasting
our whole entire cold-weather layers to the beige underneath.
uh-huh, ninjas.
that's real.
it all starts with expert firestarting skills, for reals.

word up.
one spark is all i'm really gonna have to use to get it poppin',
and with the activation society watching,
my combustion capabilities needed to step up and swing away.
that's real.

teddy and austin came over to span a saturday night under the bright silver sky,
sipping hot chocolate and getting over on ma nature with some raging blazes.
and the blaze was raging, indeed:

the currents that carried the frozen air kept the embers billowing and the tongues
wagging like hungry wolves made out of flame.
nice!
...and i might have accidentally burned a whole bag of papers somewhere other
than inside the site-specific circle designated as the furnace for furious fuego.

it happens, y'all.
but on the plus side, that meant we suddenly had TWO fires.
and obviously, that's twice as dope, neighbors.
yeah!
***********
all good things eventually expire.
and the roaring defiance to the elements we experienced early on waned quickly
in the strength-sapping bear-hug of bitter cold and brute-force winds.
sh!t-hot coals?
c'mon.

we burnt it down to the white ash, ninjas.
i am grateful for the time i have been given,
and for the normally weird-averse friends who tolerated my idiosyncrasies
on an otherwise otherworldly elite saturday evening.
it's all really happening,
alongside some worthy warrior poets or otherwise.
time doesn't take time outs.
hmmm;
never quiet, never soft.....