The fire sparkled and crackled in the deep darkness of the night, a beacon summoning memories of the long lost twilight. He stared at the blaze. He was utterly transfixed. His mind was blank, yet his expression a mix of thoughtfulness, restfulness, and an unbridled eagerness. He had no action in mind and no thoughts of changing the world, but he looked like a coiled spring about to be loosed upon the world. She had no idea what was going on inside his head (did she ever? Could she?), but she fell towards him like a moth to flame. He was so lost that he did not see her approach or feel her settle near him. He did reflexively encompass her with his arm when she rested her head on his shoulder. The fire blazed on, but their flame had yet to truly move beyond a simple spark.