Campfire.
Marshmallows roasting, the smell of cow dung, the trickling of the creek. Rustling bushes, the creamy moon peeking over the horizon. Stars sparkling. My dream camping experience. Thats where I am.
I could be listening to the birds starting to roost for the night, or watching the eels swim gracefully through the water. But my eyes are drawn to the fire. The flickering flames, the heat. The smoky taste that will be crisped onto my marshmallow.
Orange, yellow, and red ribbons reach out at me, striking me with relaxing warmth.
A perfect setting, perfect skies, and a perfect marshmallow, thanks to the heat, of the wonderful campfire.
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