27.3.07

NightBeachFire

After driving twelve hours to Portland during the first weekend of spring break, I picked up my friend Melinda and we continued on another two hours to the coast. I spun fire all night long as the rain misted around us, soaking my wicks, and I burned up an entire gallon of white gas. Though my technique is rusty and I'm grossly out of practice, spinning fire through the night while the surf raged and surged behind me and the rain fell softly and the wind made the flames dance -- this was exactly what I needed.