The old men – fires smoldering yet with that occasional flare of light that brightens the dark corners of memory.
The young men – fires ablaze, lighting every facet of their surroundings with an actinic clarity.
The fuel is the same though, and for generations untold it’s come from the same source.
This source isn’t hidden but still it takes an effort to find it – most don’t or can’t.
Those who have found that source deserve recognition – this is THAT day.