Candle

Flick, flick of lighters and matches lighting one by one releasing scents of joy into the rooms. Every little ball of light dances as each and every gust of wind sneaks past through every object it touches. The gust of cinnamon follows closely behind every gust of air flowing past it. Hot liquid flowing and swiveling back and forth until it hits the bottom. Slowly by the hour the hard scented object begins to shrink after every drop of liquid one by one flows slowly to the bottom. Finally there must come an end to everything. As the final drops of liquid makes its way to the bottom. The glowing ball of fire dims and the last few whiffs of cinnamon sneak past my nose and into mid air until next time I must say good bye to the joyful scents.