It was a fire. A building of flames constructed by large logs in the midst of a cold evening. Snow was sprinkling down while smoke was spread around. My cheeks blue, and that same color slowly— seeping into my fingers. Lips quivering, and body shivering. But no more. Now, wrapped in a wool  blanket, with hot chocolate in hand. Warmth was felt. Watching the embers glow. Orange, yellow, red, and blue.  A sensation is brought back to my fingertips. Now I can admire the sparks, the flying sparks. The harsh, bitter, cold breeze no longer affected me. An inferno was surrounding me.