The four of us sit around the fire as it burns down. Of course there is just something about sitting around a fire that brings out conversation. As we talk, and talk some more, our deepest hurts don’t sting quite so much. I pass out twizzlers.
Lightening flashes, lighting up huge clouds, miles away. You can almost feel grace in the air, as if there are five of us together at the fire.
Using more of Eli’s gear we hike back to the car in the dark. The places that would be hard to climb alone are easy as pie with brothers. I stand on hands and reach to be hauled up by strong arms.
We help each other out.