Fire!

This fire was held close to my home.
I have to say, I think fire is fascinating.
All the different colors. Sometimes it can be so hot it turns blue. Other times, when the fire is dying, just before it turns to just ashes, it is green. Have you noticed that?
Not to mention the bright, burning orange. I mean, where else do you see that kind of orange?
But fire is dangerous. As a kid in Montana, I once burned my hair with a candle. It wasn't on purpose. I just leaned over to smell the candle, and watch the wax as it melted. Then--POOF! My hair went up in flame! Very quickly my mother put it out, but my hair smelled of fire for weeks. It horrified me, I was only 5.
Now-a-days, fire is a glorious thing. Fire is also disatrous. It has killed many, many people. But I think that's why everyone is so drawn to it. The...curiosity. The unknowning. The . . . thrill of seeing fire.
Have you ever touched fire? Did you know that you can touch it without burning yourself?
I love fire.