arson

Jan
10
2012

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I love fire.

I could sit beside a campfire for hours and watch the embers dance in the heat of the flame. The smell is intoxicating. It seeps between the threads of fabric and becomes one with it. It builds memories there so that every time I put my coat on I am immediately reminded of the weekend.

I love the process of collecting leaves, twigs, sticks, and logs and strategically tee-peeing them atop a nest of dry grass. I love poking the fire and rearranging the wood to keep the smoldering stack from going out. I love teaching little hands how, when everything is done in a certain order, the reward is greater.

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