Watch a fire and follow the tiny curls of flame and colour as they twist and turn and coil around the wisps and sputters of smoke. Each flame you see contains the history of every flame ever to flume since the first fire licked the nearest darkness with its reach.
Inteachán removed all her clothes and leaned towards the warmth, feeling it reinvigorate as it dried. She reached into her rucksack and pulled out a waterproof bag. Sandwiches are no good on adventures like this so she pulled nuts and seeds from the bag and began to chew. Inteachán broke a piece of bitter chocolate from a bar and savoured the tang on her tongue.