It seemed like a good idea at the time. (How many times have you said that?) We had spent all afternoon burning an enormous pile of trees and brush cleared around the property, and to be honest, the teenage boy in me was delighted at the sheer awesomeness of the flames. With the fire still burning, night set in, and we stood around by its light and warmth, telling stories and laughing together. It was a truly special time of connection. As it became darker, we noticed the hot embers of the charred ground where the pile used to be and thought...why not?