Magical Ambience of Campfire

A crackling sound as something splits off and falls further in. A popping A glimmer of yellow We sit mesmerized, staring not at the fire, but at our friends who have turned into darkened shadows The trees have gone gray, and the day is cooler now. our host has brought plaid blankets down from the house. The teenagers have eaten their fill of s’mores. They retire to a TV set somewhere to share stories not for our ears. We care not. The ghosts of eagerness urge us to share our most hidden stories. They begin arriving little by little. Family stories which have never been told until this campfire They continue until the embers turn gray. Stories we will all remember, due to their newness and the magical ambience of the night.