"Where does the fire go when the flame goes out?"

I wonder if I'll click "publish" with this piece I am typing at the moment?

I wonder what will come off my keyboard?

I wonder if I will edit and re-edit until I kill whatever letters and words manifest?

"Campfires" presented in my previous post.

I immediately thought of "night-owls," which were informal nighttime Way gatherings for reflection and prayer and peaceful songs.  I used to love night owls and the warm, fuzzy feeling I got as I sat around the campfire and sang Got Any Rivers with the saints; as I listened to "Dr." Wierwille "share his heart" about God and His Word and how people are to be loved, never used; as I listened to other believers speaking as God "led" them to share; as the believers would "bring forth" speaking in tongues with interpretation and prophecy; as we would pray "lifting" individual needs and the needs of our country; as I would feel the woods nearby the campfire - the cool of the air as I sat warmed and cozy among the saints. Gratitude and security often filled my heart knowing I was in the Household of God and that the truth would always guard my heart and that I was called and chosen to bring the accuracy of God's love and light to the world - not being of the world but living in the world as a son of God. In The Way, "son" of God was used interchangeably to also mean "daughter" of God.

After my thoughts regarding "night-owls," I thought of campfires in general, outside the context of The Way; the yellow and orange with occasional blue flames that arise from the logs as I watch the flames dance and the burning logs crackle and spark; the aroma of timber being changed to fuel for heat and light and comfort; the stillness of the night with wildlife at bay and perhaps fearfully or curiously peering from a distance at the hypnotic flames.

When backpacking I don't build a fire, or at least I haven't yet. I'm always too busy with other things at the end of the day - setting up camp for the night, preparing food, hanging my food from a tree, tending to hygienic needs, settling in for the night as I lay and listen to the night sounds echoing outside my tent. Plus I don't want to have to use my precious filtered water to douse a flame, even if there might be a nearby water source.

When Son was around four years old he asked, "Where does the fire go when the flame goes out?"

I don't recall if Hubby or I even tried to answer that question.