There is just something about sitting around a campfire, listening to the night sounds, hearing the crackling of the embers exploding in the heat, feeling the warmth coming from the fire, smelling the wisp of wood smoke coming off of the flames, watching little sparks being airborne for a bit and then fading into the darkness; the waves gently lapping on the shore, a soft breeze bring the healthy smell of fresh air, sipping on a hot cup of good coffee, maybe munching on a sausage cooked in the fire, meditating on the goodness of life; and maybe also enjoying the companionship of good friends, whether communicating verbally, or non-verbally.
Earlier, the corn on the cob, potatoes and fresh fish were cooked over the same open fire. The hot oil makes the fish so crispy, the baked potatoes have a flavor so differently delicious when being baked in the fire, especially when you add the butter, and the corn seems to hold its entire flavor, while capturing some extra from the heat and smoke. Putting on some fresh bread to heat up gives us its own taste treat, as the crust gets so nice and crunchy, with a little bit of burn on it, the butter melting into the bread slices, and the steam and aroma of fresh hot buttered bread invading the atmosphere when the foil is opened. Then, as the kids get the marshmallows to make some smores, another cup of coffee with maybe a bit of a sweet has its own mellowing effect. Then, it is just so relaxing to sit around that fire, leting the mind relax, and contemplate the different thoughts and memories that bubble up in the mind. Yes, this is a joy of life worth remembering.