you find yourself sitting by the bonfire as it gently roars and crackles, the warming glow of this singular source of light in an oppressively dark place filling you with a sense of serenity.

the fire moves unlike any you have ever seen, burning slowly and deliberately with an ebb and flow that seems like a calm pool of water when compared to the raging storm of conflagration. even the bones that fuel the dancing flame seem undisturbed by the searing heat that engulfs them.

you feel the presence of others around you, spectres that you can't feel or touch but somehow you know are there. but whether the warmth of the fire or the reprieve from lonliness, the sudden new company feels welcome.

for a while more you sit - the flames and friendly company filling you with renewed strength and vigour - before you continue on your long and harsh journey.