The campfire lit a glow in all of us that night. Between the songs and jokes, between the smiles and stories, our bonds became a kind of palpable ever-glow.
As rivers in full flow, flames made their way upward toward the stars. Only this was water that made the light in the night rather than reflecting the dayshine.
Our campfire appeared to echo the starlight, as if the flames so close and so distant had so very much to say to one another.
The campfire glowed with the hearty memories of years past, inviting them to enter the present moment as bright as the sparks that leaped.
The night brought such a silence that the crackle of the campfire was all that could be heard, a natural music in the black-duvet night. Flames sent red sparks dancing into the breeze. River sat close on a mossy log, his face toasted warm, mesmerised, relaxed. The smoke twirled heavenward charming his worries away.
Campfire heat warmed the wintry air. Mac close, feeling the radiating warmth, holding his hands toward it and watching them glow golden.
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