I look into the fire by Paul Frehner

I look into the fire. The flame is coming around the ash log in tiny increments of time, reaching out and shortening itself to where it was before. Underneath are the orange chunks of coal, simmering in tones of red and yellow with tiny specks of white. My body is soothed by what I am observing, the aliveness of the flames, the unending movements, which are producing warmth and light, creating ashes eventually. My wife tells me wood ash should only be added to acidic soil, since it increases basic ph value. Most everything burns if the temperature gets high enough.