A burnt orange glow reflected on our cheeks, the fire warming air more accustomed to the winter chill. The flames engulfed debris that Lottie had gathered, and so became part of the fire too. Harriet knelt beside the pit mimicking a breeze with their breath. As they breathed, the sparks echoed back with the same spirit. The bark crackled within the blaze while Flossie munched marshmallows with no desire to yield them to the fire. We huddled beneath blue tartan blankets, watching it roar. My frozen heart thawed and the fire within us burned brighter than the fire around us.
Millie Capon is a freelance writer from North Devon. She enjoys being inspired by nature and by people's stories, making the ordinary seem extraordinary. Find Millie at milliebluecapon.com, and on Twitter and Instagram @milliebluecapon.