Friends to a Fire
You look up from the fire as the headlights pierce through the hardwood smoke. The dog’s ears perk up as he hears the voices coming down the field.
He sits up and stares at the silhouettes bobbing up and down in the grass, slowly making their way out of the darkness. You can hear the clanking of glass bottles and wet grass being parted as they make their way over.
A few seconds pass and the silhouettes turn into warm familiar faces from the glow of the fire. The dog’s curiosity is too much for him to bear and he glides over to say hello. The greeting is mutual and he receives a pat on the head and hearty slap on the stomach.
Handshakes, hugs, and pats on the back. The night has officially begun.
A bonfire on a crisp night, it’s pretty much all you need. Throw in some beers, the odd medley of cigars, a couple of slowly cooked birds, and suddenly things will seem to slow down. Stories, debates, and laughter flow freely as the flames burn into the night.
As the fire reaches it’s last crackle, the night ends just like it began. You shuffle around, gather your things, and wave to your friends.
The dog watches sleepily as they make their way up the field towards their cars. As the red glow of taillights fade down the driveway, you sit back and smile.
It’s always great to have friends to a fire.