There is a place I go in my mind when life becomes too much, too complicated, too busy. There is a bare stone floor, a blazing fire, and me. Beyond, I think there are no walls, for it feels open to the world, but I have never looked. It doesn't matter. I am alone with stone and fire -- at peace, unafraid.
There are probably some who will read this and think I'm crazy. Others, I think, will know exactly what I'm talking about.