the sky was on fire tonight. on the way back home at ten-thirty, in a cab hurtling down the highway, i glimpsed a bright orange ball of light on my left, past the university. as we got closer the it got brighter, illuminating tendrils of smoke that wafted lazily into the night air, unfurling slowly like a deadly flower. oddly enough, i thought of bali then, and how once we spent half the night at a bar built right up against the shoreline. we sat on plump cushions, sipped our gin & tonics and listened to the waves come in, sleepy lounge music lulling us into quietness. spoke of whether we were ocean, mountain or city people. felt the pull of the tide, as strong as gravity, and i couldn’t help but float down to the wet sand, walk in the waves, watch my feet sink into the darkness of the ocean. months later, and i still dream of that night. how sweet the alcohol tasted on my tongue. the salty night breeze, sweeping in from the open bay. the sky, littered with stars. in that moment, we were infinite.