““Campfires. I'm convinced they're a gift from heaven, a fingerprint of God. I can sit around them for hours at a time, whether alone or with a group. They crackle, they hiss, they pop. Sometimes they rage. They are relaxing and tranquilizing, and simultaneously wild and soul stirring. They provide heat and light on cool nights. They burn away unwanted debris and garbage. They are alive, constantly drawing my attention, and the gaze of anybody else nearby, to the bright flame that tramples the darkness.””
