As the sun falls over the walls of the yard and alarms the seats that will be sat in tonight to consume food and company and memories. The dog will lay on the floor watching us make noise, and every now and then he will get up and find a stick to chew… look at us for it to thrown. The candle will be lit and the breeze will come, threatening to blow out the light… hands will reach out to protect the flame, warming our fingers as well do so.