Company

In the middle of nowhere I sit next to a fire in the company of my father, the mid winter night is so cold you can smell it but our fire is warm and we bask in its golden warmth. Spilling out of his chair he cracks open another beer as I casually chuck another log on, causing sparks to swirl chaotically into the heavens, threatening the majesty of the stars, so clear tonight. There are few sounds to be heard, the eerie barking of the zebra and the excited yapping of the jackal. Not many words are spoken between us, we don’t really have that much in common but we have an understanding; I love him for being my father, and he loves me for being his son.