Burning Down the House

I have lately been missing door county. I spend my days wishing I was sitting by a fire for all hours of the day staring into its beauty. There is something about a fire than one cannot look away from. The way it dances in the air and on the wood it is far better than watching the tv at night. It is fasinating to watch the flames slowly take over the logs. A log starts out as something that is brown, dark, lost in the shadows of the night and dirt it sits in. But as a flame creeps towards is slpinters of wood, a light is also brought to it and soon the spectator is witness to a womnderful transformation of color. What was once a cold brown log is not full of light. The color of the wood takes on a light bornw color, ofthen like the color of a hardwood floor. White color is pushing its way out of the lod was reds oragnes, yellow and more white is taking it over. The glowing of the log takes on a deep red orange color that becomes bringther with each breth mother nature takes, and with that I become lost in its splendor.