To Clans, Cowboys, Campers and All The Rest (first letter)

Dear Folks,
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to capture fire for the first time?
Hunger leaves us. ¬†All mending and prep is done for the night. There’s cold all around but warmth stays inside our circle. Nothing dares to attack from the darkness at our backs.
Sometimes I think it’s provided a good kind of loneliness.
You can’t passively consume it. It activates the imagination.
I don’t think we could consider much beforehand.
Here was a reoccurring chance to wonder Who am I? and Why am I here? — a dignity previously unknown — and a terrible burden.
Sometimes it seems as if fire has captured us.