The best was when the fire was outside.
Everyone sat around in thick jumpers drinking cold beers.
We'd get a good one burning and then what we'd do is throw copper on it.
And the copper would burn all sorts of colours.
Orange sunsets and bruised purples and the green was life in that fire, and the fire was life in us, and we would sit all night, under the stars and sometimes, you know, I'm afraid of the darkness that lives in between them, but up there on that mountain, up there the whole damn sky was a diamond and I was never afraid, not once.