I gaze at the smoke that got a deeper shade of black as time passed. It took seconds to set off into a huge angre nature flame, Wild but safe. The beauty of it's colours, The textures; Tempting to touch. The smell. Oh the smell, as it tickled it's way up through the different sectors of my nose it felt warm and calming. If I looked close enough at it and let my mind escape every thing I felt at that moment, I would be able to see elegance in a human form; Spinning and balacing on the toes and lifting the leg to create balace and a tense structure, Using arms as balance and depending on the knees, arms and feet to keep them a float in the right posture for moves and flight of elegance. The flame. The flame creating the visible elegance, the warmth, the destructional object which hurts so many but still fasinates. The ballet of the flame. The flame then faded...,died.