We live, as we dream, alone.

I saw a naked flame reflected on the tall glass window in the onsen today.

Every move was different, the rhythmic sway of the flame danced to a melody not intended for my ears, but the ballet was a visual serenade.

I watched, entranced by the hypnotic wave of light beckoning me a tantalising touch..

As with everything in life, living afar from your desire is the well where beauty lies, for possession is the loss of enigma.

Why would you want to capture the unattainable and cage it, when the primal essence was never for you to set the tune?

So as I continued to peer at my private dancer, a sense of awe swept over me…. this little dance was nature’s gift as I pass by my reverie.