Last night, I decided to take a long relaxing bath. I like my bath water to be nearly scolding hot, so I only turn the cold water on slightly when filling the tub. I poured a capful of lavender and chamomile bubble bath beneath the stream of running water. Then I lit a two inch candle placed in one of the many uniquely shaped candle holders that I've collected over the years. People like to give me candle holders. This particular one in the shape of a snail, was placed near the water knobs at the corner of my tub behind the shower stall. Once the tub was filled, I tested the temperature by slowly and carefully submerging one of my feet in the water. Too hot, I knew it. More cold water. I reached over the candle to turn on the cold water again. My forearm was several inches away from the small flame when I felt the fire burning me. Ouch! How could a flame so small hurt me like that? A metaphor for old love I thought.
No matter how small the flame, the fire still has the potential to burn. Careful, love, careful.
No matter how small the flame, the fire still has the potential to burn. Careful, love, careful.