I like the way fire dances with the wind. As if they are lovers playfully teasing one another. Listening to the soothing sounds it makes as it burns the logs to ash. The way it glows against a night sky. Even the stars can’t compete. The vibrant orange, yellow and red. Painted with feathers of blue or green or lavender. It’s dangerously tempting to touch. It can be shy yet willful. Contained and untamed at the same time. What I love most is the way it warms, turning my cheeks rosy on a cold Texas night. As I sit on the side lines watching the flames dance with the wind.