I walk along the edge of darkness, listening to the night sounds. I search the sky watching for a falling star. An owl and the rustling of a ground animal. probably a raccoon, both draw my attention from the stars. I walk back toward the campfire. I find I am mesmerized by the spitting flames and tongues of color leaping into the air. Watching I feel like a gypsy dancing an ever increase blur. Dizziness and imagined music swirling through me until I must close my eyes and reground myself.