I don’t condone them, I don’t applaud them, I don’t even talk about them all that much, but….
I sort of “get” it. I can understand why certain people would set fire to stuff.
I spent a few hours today out in the garden tidying up after a full weekends work. Part of my task was to burn the large pile of waste, a simple task of lighting it and then getting on with the other things I needed to do.
And yet, I couldn’t tear myself away from the dancing, hypnotic orange flames, peeping up, dying down and then leaping up elsewhere.
Three hours after it had started, it was still burning away, and I was still watching it, still hypnotised.
There was a fair bit of smoke, before anyone wonders about my neighbours getting smoked out, I’m very lucky, there is only one and they weren’t here today.
It’s still smouldering away in the garden, I’ve just come back in from raking the last unburnt bits into the middle, to get rid of them. It only took me just over an hour to do it.
I love fire!