"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." A little doodle by Charlie-Bowater for one the most beautiful lines from any poem, The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams.
I remember autumn bon fires in the back garden (yard) in Brooklyn, NY. For safety, my brother made them in a big steele drum. No need for fire permits or safety and environmental laws in those days; just fun and fresh, autumn evening air.