Inspiration tames the weary eye. In one glance a fire can be lit, and another flame blown away. But what does one do when two flames dwindle in the same home. Must they choose between the two, let the stronger overcome the other to ashes? Both can not be had, or the house will become so warm that it suffacates all visitors. Yet no one aproaches a cold home. What does one do when they desire two such as fire and water? So different. One quenches your thirst and the other keeps you warm. I shall come through the fog, sit at the foot of a tree and let the wind blow in my hair. I’ll feel all the pangs of life…alone, yet I think happier than I’ll ever be locked up inside.