Island Fire

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We had a bonfire. A big one.

We’ve had a bonfire for 13 years.  It was built and never burned – none of us can quite remember why, but now it seemed like the right time.  I felt like it had become a piece of public art, Dad viewed it more as a useful landmark for directing deliveries to our door.   All five of use were home, together, for the first time in a while, and possibly for the last time in a wee while too.  We had a family dinner and then “set lowe to ‘im”.  I was the honoured torch bearer who got to push the lit petrol sodden stick into the petrol sodden paper, packed into the petrol sodden wood.

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Our neighbours came up to join us, bringing cans and camaraderie.  It felt like a lovely, appropriate homecoming to stand together and allow the fire to mesmerise.  It burned brilliantly and, like my walk to the sea, I was reminded of how other-worldly some of the most elemental aspects of our life can seem.  I forget how powerful sea, wind and fire are.  How can I forget? Because if I thought about it too much it would be terrifying?  It feels exhilarating to play with fire.

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