"Rage against the dying of the light" each day fades in its own way. Some slowly wander off as if a ghost who has unfinished business in the world of the living. While others burn brilliantly as they go. Etching their memory deep into the flesh of our soul. Devoured by the desire to hold their place with eager rage. So beautiful and delicate while wrapped in a cloak of fire. Memories are for the living. Roam free & Live Wild.