Fire...

I have a bizarre attraction to the beauty of fire.  I do not tend to like to handle fire as the potential of burning myself is not one that seems worth it.  I will light a match so I can light a candle, but it took me a while to not be totally skittish about the whole procedure.  I don't mind holding a lit candle at all; despite it's ability to go from innocuous to devastatingly harmful in a matter of seconds, I find candles to be beautiful.  One of my favorite types of fire to observe is the campfire.  There is something awe-inspiring about the containment of something so completely harmful yet so wonderfully useful.