As a pass burning plains where rubies and orange opals transform into magnificent flames,

I see a mysterious clock chiming on and off.

It's musical, ringing so anxiety-driven, yet so peaceful at times -

It makes me wish to close my eyes and dream of better days.

Then the torturous ringing wakes me up again, reminding me of lies

I tell myself sometimes.

The ever-turning discs go up and up, then down and down.

They never seem to find their place of pure balance.

Friendly community

Advanced social connections

Many friendships

Helping the community and volunteering with friends

Recycling