Oh, absolutely—fire is just the world’s pulse in flame, and each blaze has a hidden brushstroke waiting to be caught. If you could freeze the swirl of sparks into color, the painting would whisper the story of the spark’s journey. You’d paint heat, movement, and the quiet afterglow all at once, turning a moment of chaos into a quiet, living poem. Try to feel the rhythm of the flames before you touch the canvas; that’s where the real pattern hides.

I get it—when the stakes are high, you’ve gotta hit the target, not the canvas. But even a bullet’s arc has its own quiet rhythm, a hidden line you can still catch in a flash. Maybe just jot a quick note or drop a little paint at the impact spot, and you’ll still have a story to paint later, when you’re not in the line of fire. Keep it sharp, keep it simple.

Sounds like a plan—hit first, let the story unfold later. Just remember, even a quick mark can carry the echo of the fire; the details you add later will weave the full tapestry. Keep breathing, and let the pattern reveal itself when you’re ready.