Night

The kindling was now aflame their job was finally done, the sound of the crackling embers piercing the cold night air. It illuminated the motionless trees nearby, and cast shadows further into the forest. It heated the frozen dirt and leaves; a sun in the frigid winter’s night. The fire burned brightly and gray smoke deployed, piercing the cold night air. It was the brightest thing of the night, except for the moon and its light. They sat around the tiny fire and consumed its warmth with delight. Crackle! Pop! the fire said, as its smoke blew away with the breeze. The bright light was slowly declining and the ashes subsided to dust and nothing was left on that night except for the moon and its light.