Natural Selection – by Rosa Meronek
I stare into the heart of the fire. Red and orange flames pop and crackle. Glowing embers fill the ring as the logs burn to ash.
My chest rises with the deep intake of fresh mountain air. Crisp. Clean.
I lean back in my chair and stare into the midnight sky. Away from the city lights, the stars shine bright. Constellations map the night.
The silence of nature isn’t silent. Owls hoot and crickets chirp. Leaves rustle in the soft whoosh of the breeze. The faint trickle of a small stream in the distance.
A low growl rumbles in the bushes.