If you sit too close to a fire you migh get burned.

 The following is a list of descriptions trying to describe my surroundings on a camp-out I was on several years ago.  Hopefully my attempt to describe what that night was like helps you to see in your mind's eye what I saw those several years ago.

I was sitting on a freshly cut oak log, stood on its end, about three feet in diameter.  Its hard, freshly cut surface was clammy from the moisture inside the tree. My bottom was starting to ache from sitting on the steel like surface for so long, but my throbbing body was enjoy the opportunity to relax after a long hard day’s work so much that it refused to move. 

The audible wind pushed through the towering fortress of nappy cedar trees and wildly danced around the clearing as if celebrating its accomplishment of breaking though the dense wall of tangled branches.  

The trees all around were creaking as if being played as musical instruments. 

The wind carried with it the sharp scent of cedar which rushed up my nostrils, fighting through the particles of cedar dust that had accumulated like barnacles clinging to the post of a pier to the inner part of my nose.

The stars, like tiny focused spotlights, lit up the ground in the clearing. Their light abruptly ended at the thick tree line, as if obeying a law of nature. 

The moon was showing true majesty as it glowed in the night like a nightlight for the Universe.  

Tiny insects, camouflaged with the ground, could be faintly heard as they scurried about their evening activities. 

The warmth of the fire embraced my weary body like a soft blanket caresses every bend and curve of a new born baby. 

The flames of the fire were dancing wildly as if trying to communicate with the surrounding elements, by casting shadows on the ground in every direction.  

The large, double truck-sized pile of tree limbs and branches, which were only a few hours previously growing where I was now sitting, could be heard settling under the weight of gravity and the lashing of the wind. 

My body ached as if every muscle in my body had been pulled out, stretched, and played with like a child plays with play dough.  The scratches covering my skin throbbed like a sun-burn in a hot shower.