The Phoenix Arises

Softly the flames transformed the snowflakes into steam returning to the heavens.  It did the same to my precious memories as I watched my house burn to the ground.  My iPhone had died in the fire.  It was actually one of the first things to light up, and to be honest I felt relieved.  Slowly the fire sated itself and more of the snowflakes were surviving their journey to the remains of my life.  I began to shiver as the warming fire of my former life sputtered and died.  I waved at my fill in corpse as I headed into the forest behind my former house, confident that the falling snow would cover the transition into my version of the afterlife.