LolliLove

It starts as a spark, just a little thing barely lighting the space around it. It springs to life and just as quickly is gone. No trace of its existence. The spark appears again and again. It grows in strength. Over time it grows to something more. The lingering glow of a warm coal, it stays and fluctuates, yearning for that breath of oxygen to come and fan it into a flame. Air comes and caresses, but it is not the gust for which the ember was hoping. Until just once; just one, refreshing, breeze brings it new life. A cool air brings new vibrancy. It lasts for the night like a happy campfire. Warm and comforting, but always threatening to get