What would happen, if the warmth she was looking for, had already been found? In that sweetness and softness of air and life around her. She sat down and for a long time stopped looking for dry branches to light the fire, although she didn't need the warmth of the flames. She already carried the warmth inside of her, the sweet feeling of many days behind that she had walked in her life. Each time, life was more beautiful, fuller of meaning. It could be that one looks so much outside and the way to go has been inside us.

However, those were her paths, hers, for a short time if we compare it to the future of the universe, of history, a trace so small but it will nevertheless remain there.

It’s not scary to look forward on the path, it feels worse when looking back, that path that one will never step on again.

She carried dry pieces of firewood, appropriate to light the fire, because she likes to cook on the fire, in the flames. Her cheeks burn with heat, the body relaxes and, in that moment, one becomes aware how dependent on food we are to continue living. The most basic, food… and heat entangling and dancing at its whim. Life offers us everything we need while days go by, and paths are walked over and over again...

And there, she noticed the warmth in the air, in her shawl, as if it were early spring. She forgot about the dry branches, just... she feels happy.