There is something about early morning flames.
The early morning flames of last night’s fire that just won’t give up.
Despite being untended throughout the entire night, the coals just keep on burning.
They’re almost begging for a little attention.
Just to be stirred around, to let a little oxygen in…
It reminds me of countless childhood trips involving long campfires and early morning embers.
To see the remnants of last night’s fire calling my son first thing this morning warms my heart more than he can even imagine.