"I watched the sky slowly flicker. The stars which once had lit up the heavens, which I had wished upon in earnest, disappeared- first one by one, then in batches. Their fire gone from my sight. I rubbed my eyes as the wild fire- with its oranges, purples, and reds- ate up the sky. There was a beauty in its destructive power. Now, as I turn to walk away, their warmth lives on within me. Daylight has come and it was time to make those nighttime wishes the reality of the new day."

– R. Wolf Baldassarro