Blue: What Typically Goes Unseen

today was a long day. honestly, it's been a long year too, thus far. so tonight, i came home and desired to do pracically nothing. do you ever have those nights when you just wish to do nothing, because you know it's exactly what you need? tonight was one of those nights!

i have built a fire in the chiminea, and i'm sitting outside...a man, his dog, and his fire. as i sit, i desire to focus on nothing...and i guess that's exactly what's happening. only, nothing turns into something...it turns into blocking out everything else that was going on in world, and instead focusing in on that which i've been missing.

i'm sitting here, and i hear dogs barking off in the distance. i see blinking lights of airplanes traveling on to their destinations. i hear cars buzzing by into nowhere. i feel the chill on my hands as i type this word, and this word, and this word. i sit, still, and stare into the fire. i feel the heat against my legs. i see the flames, the blazing orange tips reaching down to the scorching blue. i hear...i feel...i see...

there seems to be something so simple, so primitive, so silly, so natural, to build fire and stare into it. as if looking at the blaze long enough will somehow lead to clearer vision, to a clearer focus. what is this orange and blue flame trying to say to me? i sit here now, soaking in the sounds and the heat, stoking the flames and writing this, and i can't think of a better way to refocus and look for that which typically goes unseen.