I have waxed romantic about burning my brush piles in the past (here, here, here, here, here, and here), and last night was just as romantic and meditative as ever. The weather was calm and cool.
The pile was a secondary one I made from branches around the pond, so the pile was on the dry center of the pond. You can make up any joke you want about my pond catching fire… I certainly did so last night.
One thing about listening to music last night: I was really chasing it. I had my finger on the “next” button of my iPod Shuffle, and as a song came on, I would skip it in a second or two, trying to find the right song for my mood, which changed as soon as I let a song play.
I thought of everyone and everything. If you are reading this, I was thinking about you.
It certainly sounds romantic/peaceful. It sounds like a money-making idea: “a night around the campfire; only 12 bucks!” I can think of many city slickers like myself who’d find that valuable.
I have many great memories around brush fires. And campfires too, for that matter.
I’ve been thinking about your “trying to find the right song for my mood” comment. I have those moments often. It’s rare these days that I can instantly pull up the exact type of song that would fit perfectly.
I wonder if someday an AI interface will be developed for this.
AI: “What about this song?” (starts playing)
Me: “Something faster.”
AI: “Ah, here.”
Me: “Something by a woman.”
AI: “Excellent idea.” (Starts third song)