I set up our firepit, lit the one “fuse”, and soon had a fire going. I fed it with tons of wood, probably more than I should have, and it felt good. It was chilly – perfect weather for a fire. A romantic fire. So I went to get my wife ….
But she was already coming out with two glasses of wine. Our thoughts were Right <> There. We moved our chairs closer to the fire and to each other, and sat and stared at the flames wordlessly – and sometimes at each other, just as wordlessly.
From out of the silence – well, relative silence, since we’re about 100 yards from a major street – came some faint music. And we took out our phones and punched up YouTube, something we do quite often. We exchanged videos, and listened to them become the soundtrack to our perfect evening. Most of hers were from our past, when we met, which are sentimental to her and to me. Most of mine were songs from now, where we are now, which are how I feel about her now. Hers were songs like Glycerine by Bush, and High by the Cure, and Enjoy the Silence by Depeche Mode. Mine were songs like Mata Yume de Aimashou by Miyavi, and Don’t Look Back by Telepopmusik, and Sextape by Deftones.
That last song made my wife sit up and grab my phone to see who it was. It’s this:
We of course had several more glasses of wine, and burned lots more wood for our fire, and even discussed looking at the Perseids, though that turns out to be more of a pre-dawn thing. But on one occasion, as my wine glass was nearly empty, it occurred to me to take this picture:
You can see prints and reflections – but the fire contained within the wine glass is nearly perfect. The only way it could be improved is if I could somehow add Sextape in the background. (I think this post just did that!)
The night after that took a magical fiery turn. It got really romantic. Let’s just say that I hope the neighbors weren’t looking out their windows at our back yard after 1:00am. Though, to be honest, I really couldn’t care less. WE couldn’t care less.
The night ended, he said delicately, and after some more fire sitting and wine finishing, we went inside. I watered the general area around the patio with the hose, and then put out the embers, just to be safe.
But the embers of that night will burn forever….