Fire and Rain

I almost forgot how wonderful a good campfire smelt until tonight.. That's the one thing I use to love when I was a kid, you know? That smell of cut logs getting burned to a crisp, sizzling the outer parts, and the musk from the moisture sets in as the smoke rises and fills the air.. Though, I never was a fan of any smoke in those days, a good fire was always a big exception. The flames would dance with the wind, and the sound of the wood cracks as an ember grows, engulfing the log and the pit with orange and blue.. As the night goes, it begins to rain (well, more like a drizzle), but even through that rain, the fire and that campfire smell lingered on..

It was so beautiful!

It just brings more of the hick out of me :D