February campfires

Last night, with the wind whipping across the frozen lake at us, I hosted a campfire in my backyard. It was cold, but we set up a few dock sections to block the wind, and there was much merriment had.

There's something really wonderful about campfires -- the hypnotic trance dance of flame, the voodoo of smoke, the glowing faces on the opposite sides, and the glowing coals. I think S'mores actually cheapen the experience.