The Fire pit

Sitting around
the fire pit.
I feel the heat
of the fire.
It feels good.
Its dark outside
and just cold enough
for a jacket.
You can feel
the shift coming.
The shift of
seasons,
the shift of
life.
As I watch
the fire, I feel
it in my soul.
The shift is
coming for
me.
I am no longer
scared.
It feels natural
like the shift
in the seasons.
It feels like
something
I have to do.
The sparks
from the wood
floating out
of the pit
and poof,
they are gone.
I want to
be that spark.
As I sit,
not speaking.
My friend asks
what are you thinking
about? You OK?
I smile and look
at the fire.
Yes , I say
I am just enjoying
the Fire Pit.
Not speaking
for awhile
all of a sudden
I say it.
I am ready to
go.
OK, she says,
I will take you
home.
I smile.
I am on my way.