All on fire

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon
Like a magician extended his golden wand o’er the landscape;
Twinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest
Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.

[Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline]

Footloose

A lost sock hovers on the edge at my gym. A metaphor for the precariousness and unpredictability of modern life.

Or maybe it’s just a lost sock.