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Flickering Flame


Dear Candles,

Every one of you is different, each unique in every way. From your scent and color of wax and the jar that holds it; to the way your flames dance in the air. Some people egnite you with the swipe of a wooden match, or with the click of a lighter. Some even place you on a warmer and let you slowly melt. You fill the room with aromas that spark imagination and your flames and swirls of smoke please the eye. You are perfect for every season and time of day. Setting the mood for special occassions, you fill the air with love and comfort. At the end of the day when your wick is burnt and you have done your job, your flame, your life, is blown out. But don't you worry, for the very next day your life will begin again, your fire will dance again, and your scent will fill the fresh morning air.

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