Two sparks approach in the high grass. The meeting
of their eyes ignites a flame. The mingling of blood
in their cut palms set off a brilliant conflagration, seen
for miles.
Their friendship scorches the earth.
–Every new adventure leaves a burning cross.
–Every new idea leaves a tree split by lightning.
For years, they climb mountains together.
They build castles, moats, and forests. They cross continents,
rivers, seas, and oceans. Then a wave comes. An unexpected
wave dowses the fire first stoked in the high grass.