i love them either roaring and huge, or like this: glowering quietly, muted, powerful.
Appropriate, given the proximity to guy fawkes night here in the UK, also commonly called bonfire night.
I don’t have any photos, though a couple of pc’s come to mind.
I love the smell of bonfires. I love the warmth and the sound and watching them after a long day in the garden piling stuff onto it.
i never feel more alive or more in love with the world than when the sky is on fire.
like pocketbrit, i also thought of this word in terms of fortifying oneself against the world…walling up your heart, staying safe. edifying all of it, to keep from crumbling, to protect yourself from erosion. to keep others out, and to hold yourself in.
except it just makes me so fucking sad, too.