The crackle and pop, its sensuous mercurial dance, its shifting colors—red, orange, white, blue, purple, green— the mysterious glow of the embers, the impossibility of grasping it in your hand. Fire galvanizes our attention as few other natural...
Fine–Until We’re Not
I have always adored summer. The sun. The heat. The long lazy days. Visits to lakes and rivers and ocean beaches. Picnics and barbeques with friends. Fresh-from-the-garden vegetables. And vacations—who doesn’t love a vacation? Fantasies of summer...