I didn’t know the word Firebrand in a UK context, but perhaps that's because I am not a firefighter. If you didn't know, they are airborne embers, or flying sparks. I hope at first they look innocuous, like fireflies caught in long exposure, or mini firework sparks from a roman candle, a few spits from a brazier perhaps. Or a shower of micrometeorites of cosmic dust. Instead I think they come from a hypnagogic state of half awake dreams fuelled by images in the news of forest fires happening just about everywhere there is a forest. My woodsman at the door of his cabin, seems to be too ambivalent of the state we are in. I want him to run from these early indicators of something much worse around the corner but rather like the way I feel, he is glued to the threshold of his forest shack -TH