In moonlight it comes to life. When the cold sharp air comes out to bite, the crimson logs begin to hum their soothing tunes. You all sit nearby, embraced by it’s warmth, engulfed in it’s flickering dance. Each new piece of wood alters the fiery display. Without this bowl of ember an icy touch would snatch your breath, but instead it recedes. Your shoes dig into the damp grass, the day before to chilled to dry it. Wet dirt is flicked by kicking legs. You sink into cushions beneath you, the couches encircling the fire like hogs to a watering hole. Behind you is something tall, looming like a wall to stop the icy breeze. A proud hedge, showing off it’s lush green perm. This night will go on, only to end when the fire waves goodbye.
Raise your voice, open your mind, unlock your imagination