Wildfire ...

Really no "significant" meaning in this song to me.  Just one that has always made me stop and listen.  Maybe today, is a "stop and listen" day as the morning has already led me to a couple stopping moments.  First, I opened the door to let out my Baby early this morning as the sun was making it's way up ... and the willowy Birch tree out my back door made me stop in appreciation ... yellow leaves, gracing the lawn, spattered everywhere!!  Overnight it seems, Fall is accumulating its presence.  This morning there is a slight breeze, so some of the fallen leaves lying on the carpet of grass are giving in to a dance ... as if choosing their place of final rest.  It is a pretty dance to watch as the breeze also carresses my face and further messes with the golden locks of hair already in madness from 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

In celebration of that dance and the sun making it's rise, I tilted the blinds open a little to bring it to the inside.  Grabbed a cup of coffee.  Sitting down, my eyes were drawn to a small gold painted wall outside my bedroom ... Blind markings were dancing on my wall ... (windows open, so the breeze was moving the blinds).  Impressive because the sun first showed up in pink for a few moments ... and that dance on my wall startled me into "stopping".

And then, Michael Murphy played on my radio ... 

And so the need to write ...