Last night we lit a bonfire out in a snowy field, drank mulled wine and sang around it. (To my mother's dismay, we thwarted her attempts at Silent Night for the theme from Greatest American Hero and many other odd 80's TV shows.) As we danced out in the snow, we noticed that every so often, the fire would follow one of us.
Like no matter where my cousin Michael stood, the wind would shift and the fire would blow sparks in his direction.
Which got me thinking, what's following you?
4 years ago