Last night was a bonfire. It's a really neat metaphor or whatnot how a single match, when placed in an appropriately planned and arranged environment, can grow to such a magnitude and be so influential. In the case of last night, it granted several hours of fun and friendship.
The only deal was when the fire began dying down, and I got 'puppy nose' - a chilly wet nose. So uncomfortable!
There's something about staring into a fire though. Watching it dance is just very beautiful, to me. Watching it react different in different places of the fire, such as rolling around hard inpenetrable flat surfaces, discolor from impurities burning off, or the ashes floating and dancing after they leave it....all really cool.
Also, the difference between something that can be helpful and useful - warmth and cooking and whatnot - and dangerous - killing and destroying - is part of the metaphor as well.
Fire is hot
Not fire is cold
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