Flame On!

Fire. Dangerous and beautiful. Deadly and amazing.
I love a good fire. That's all you need, a few flames and a few friends. It makes for a wonderful time.
I have had a long and complicated history with fire. From almost becoming a pyromaniac and lighting matches in the bathroom just to watch them burn, to sitting in the backyard with friends and drinks. I have been around the flame for a long time.
I used to to hang out with a group of people. Most of those people are asses and I no longer want anything to do with them. But my best times with them where around the fire. My first nights with them where in the summer after high school around the fire, sharing the two liters and just talking.
Then we moved to another house and changed the routine. We went from quiet fires, to becoming progressively stupider. I only watched, but they began to hop the fires, walk on burning palettes, and put burning beer boxes on their heads. As I said, stupid. But still it was fun and a good time. Way out in the back yard of a house, it felt like we were the only ones around and all was right with the world.
But now most of those friends are gone, thank God, and the amount of time around a fire are now few and far between. But it is still a good time. Right now, as I write this, I am around friends and a fire. I smile as I listen to their stories and enjoy the company and the flame.
I guess I like fires so much because I can melt away as I look into the flames. Its not about what I see in the orange light, but the fact that I do see it. I become lost in thought, and yet am so at peace.
Anyway, I have a fire to get too. As always, thanks for reading. Write again soon.