Day 51
fire
Tonight, we built a fire in the ring in front of my house. Yes, I have a fire ring, between two aspen and two pine, just twenty feet from my front door, and yes, it is extremely luxurious to sit in front of it and smell the wood smoke, and eat vegetables that were cooked in foil in this fire.
Recently, I have taken a great interest in how heat affects my food, cooking meat, vegetables, herbs, etc. at different temperatures. Char is one of my favorite flavors and smells. I like dark toast sometimes, with cheese. Bitter, intense.
Fire is also something I associate with warmth and romance, candles. Soft light, shadows in every small curve of the neck, bright reflection in wet eyes. I experience differently the mystery and warmth of sex and love, touching and intimate words, when firelight flickers on the walls and windows.
Fire is dangerous…and so is intimacy.
