Burning. The candle is receding too quickly on Sunday and the sun will rise on Monday and it will be time for more moving-shaking, and burning out until another candle is lit. I have gotten so many things in my eyes today. Even now, I wipe sticky dough from between my fingers and feel the burn of many flours pillowed into my face. I wash, and blink, and blink long. Eyes closed.

The things we love most, the things that take all the energy and time we give to them, will get in our eyes [for better].