He is at war, sitting in a trench, defending, not sleeping, killing, crying so that no one sees. She is at home, waiting, afraid, waking up every day with a huge ball of lead in her chest, crying so that the street is resounding. He is a column, a pillar, the first and fundamental. She is home, shelter, warmth and peace. They are connected vessels, and the lake of fire unites them. The fire burns through space and time, through uncertainty and fear of future loss. This fire generates so much heat that it warms the earth and melts the December ice.