That night the fall air was cool…a perfect night for sitting next to the fire. We were getting settled after Karen started a roaring fire in the pit. The stars could not be seen now, so close to the flames and I had five Tiki torches burning too. None of the exterior lights to the house were on.
Fire light danced on us.
Crack! Sparks went floating toward the stars. One of my KNUT jazz shows was playing softly on our sound system. It smelled like a campfire, I loved the smell. I sat back, watching, listening and smelling.
Donna and James sat in the hot tub in the solarium; I could hear the whir of the pumps, water lapping on the sides of the tub and their voices occasionally. Ronny and Sue were seated next to the house, but near the fire pit, they were cuddling trying to stay warm. Renee, Karen and I sat directly in front of the pit. I added some wood and stoked the fire to a frenzy. We sat silently for a few moments. The pumps for the hot tub stopped and Donna and James came out with the rest of us.