Fire is all powerful, building up and destroying at the same time. Fire rises, sweeps through. Unlike water which washes everything away in an instant, fire stays awhile. It spreads, sometimes slowly, sometimes fast, but out and up, higher and higher and even when it has no place to go it still reaches out and grows, larger, looming, consuming.
Staring at fire is much like clouds in a blue sky.
There’s a bunny. And a soccer ball. But fire is not fluffy. You can’t help but to jump at each spark, wondering why there are no bunnies in the charred remains.
Fire is powerful and… weak is the wrong word. Fire can be subdued. Water, salt, even certain chemicals. I think it’s why we feel so much for fire fighters. They are like magicians in the night, taking the fire away, bringing back the calm.
Griffins and Ginger Snaps 
I was a firefighter, way…..back. in the late 80’s early 90’s. Before I became a mom. I learned how to be safe while walking in it – in rooms and in fields consumed in it. I learned to appreciate fire, but I also watched it take life. Just because you grow strong in the face of something that powerful doesn’t mean you never stop being afraid of it. More than twenty years has gone by and I still dream of some of the calls I responded to. Thank you for writing this.