I felt the flames as I walked through the mountain nature of Goís, all after the wildfires in August, 2018. There was this melancholic beauty in the way they stood, each one fallen star, bent yet remaining. They reminded me of the painting Monet did, of one serene tree, bent against the wind, yet ever so protected, ever so unwilling to fall. I guess I related to them, still breathing, slightly broken, burnt up. Do not fear the broken, as they carry the ageless phoenix; in times of need, shed a tear.
