Ever notice how a single spark can turn a quiet forest into a roaring campfire? I was just coaxing fire from a dry twig, and the whole place felt alive in a way that made me wonder about the quiet power of fire—how it keeps the night still yet alive.

A twig’s just a promise until you’ve got the right tinder and a bit of patience. Fire is that stubborn whisper that forces the night to pause and listen. It’s not about the blaze itself, but the stillness it demands.