Fire

The beauty of fire.

The ritual of lighting the fire, tearing paper out of the old phone book, scrunching it up, placing a pyramid of sticks and applying a match to it. The fire in it’s infancy, delicate and fickle, quickly firing into a bright flame, then abating as it slowly takes hold, embers gently glowing. That moment where it could go either way. Bigger kindling goes on as you trust the heat; they catch; and the fire powers into action, consuming ravenously, giving out nurturing life giving warmth.