Fire flows friendly, forever following flying fantasies.
Fire has a huge hypnotizing potential. No matter how small or big it is, be it only the little flame of a candle or a huge bonfire, I often find myself just starring into it until the world around me vanishes into blackness. Fire whispers stories in my ears from ancient times, when blue flames were firmly believed to be the sign of death. Fire brings back memories of all the unsung camp songs, the untold ghost stories and the unexperienced adventures; things I read about, things of which I’ve forgotten that I once knew them. Fire brings people together, in the good and in the bad way. Fire has all the colours, Fire has sparks. Fire makes me sad sometimes and brings my imagination to overflow.