The candle sits in a glass chamber. Its depth into the glass is telling of how long it has been used. With each flicker of the flame, it melts more wax to form a small pool beneath it and exudes the scent of a strawberry-cherry conconction.
I am often indifferent to details because I am always eager to see or form the big picture. In my haste, I seldom stop and smell the roses much less describe how a candle flickers, yet there is something inherently peaceful in watching this candle burn. It gi
Published on June 16, 2009 03:19