And I couldn't quite hush this feeling that Tino should be with us- that he would appreciate and love that fire and all its sparks, pieces of light to collect with his camera, something to soothe the night in all of us.
The girls were slightly trepidacious at first, but the King's easy-going fondness for the flames soon distracted them from their fears. After we sat around for a while watching the sparks try to steal away on a breeze into the woods behind our home, the King remembered about those old sparklers in the garage.
Soon the crisp dark air cackled with the psssssstttts of sparklers and sparkler-holding kids. Little Mills found the sparkler came as naturally as changing a baby doll's diaper while wearing sunglasses indoors.
