Cinderella

Ok, so I don't want to be Cinderella, I have no dreams of being a princess. I'm just not that (a queen maybe, but no princess). But, however, I would love to have that horrible terrible job that she is named after... cinder girl... a fire watch, a tender, a stoker of the hearth. I seriously love building a great fire and keeping it tended to. I could stay up all night watching it, stoking it (I know sounds dirty), and totally tending to it... napping in front of it. I just love the fire. Part of the allure is the quiet peacefulness that descends upon the house when it is just I, up past everyone else, quietly basking the the warmth and glow of the flames, taking envy of the hot coals that emanate heat without even flaming yet producing spontaneous flames on the new wood placed above them. I love to watch the dancing of the flames, the flicker and movement, the colors and licking that occurs as they consume the fuel expelling energy in the form of heat. I love the way it burns my face in a dry heat that instantly leaves me craving more when I leave it's comforting boundaries. I feel so productive when I produce an extremely hot efficient fire that produces almost no smoke in it's efficiency and burns hot enough to make a world of difference when you enter or leave that warm room it is in. So primal yet still so functional in this modern world. So basic yet so fulfilling. Meditative and dangerous; threatening and comforting. Ahhh, the beautiful fire :)