Flames Dance in the Night

Sitting around the open fire, talking about the day now gone and watching the horizon pass from twilight to a dark expanse blending into the glorious band of stars that is the Milky Way. That was one of the rewards of the visits to my parents’ home in the country. Of course, during winter months those evening talks were indoors, the heat radiating from the wood stove slowly seeping into our bones after a day spent out on the snow. But the rest of the year there were those nights spent around the fire, its flames holding back the evening chill, sometimes past midnight.

flames dance in the night
sparks rise, dim against the stars
moon clearing the ridge

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