Bright orange flames dance around the wood inside the fire ring
Their warmth and beauty invite me closer
I add another piece of wood and the flames dance higher
Tentacles of fire reach out as if attempting to escape
It crackles and spits, perhaps in anger at its confinement
Glowing red coals begin to form at the bottom of the pit
I move closer, enchanted
Smoke arises, stinging my eyes
I poke the fire and flames leap up
Once again the flames dance, slowly consuming the wood
The flames diminish and the coals burn brighter
As the fire burns down, I eagerly anticipate what comes next
Roasting marshmallows for s’mores!
Written on 7/6/16
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