The Dance
What is so special about sitting around a campfire with family and friends watching logs of wood give up their energy that the flickering flames consume. The flickering flames dance as they consume the energy locked within the core of the wood. Smoke billows away from the wind wishing to dance the night away like the glowing flames, but only until it is hot enough to ignite the life within it, turning it a fluttering flame.
Telling stories or just listening. The wind tells its story while the ocean waves crash in soft acquiescence, prodding it forward. The wood crackles in delight, releasing glowing embers into the the wind's breath. Swirls of dancing embers race up to the stars only to vanish into the dark. And the dance continues for hours while the wind now sings its tale until only the hot burning embers are left to contemplate the night.
I love being surrounded by my family and the elements at the same time, there is absolutely nothing like the stars as your blanket and your loved ones as your companions.
(This is a video of one of our campfires while staying at a beach house in baja. It has some slow motion too.)
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