There’s cackling and crackling as my kindling is alight..I smell burning creosote and the flames are bright..I love the ambience and I feel alright.. stoking up my hearth on a chilly Autumn night

There is nothing as nice as an open roaring fire as the yellow flames, tinged with blue rise up higher.. puffing grey smoke out through my chimney ***.. Oh I love my wood burner it hits the spot..I see all kinds of things within my mighty inferno..but then again my imagination’s very wacky you know

Cowboys chasing Indians riding on the hoofs.. as the blaze flares and flashes whilst the combustion poofs.. witches and warlocks wave wooden wands conjuring magic potions as frogs jump in ponds..There are faces from places that I knew in the past with happiness and sadness amidst elation and aghast