Just as it had when I first made fire by drilling wood in the Alaskan wilderness, the gentle breeze lifted the surface of the wood dust pile, revealing the orange-red ember within.
The rush of fresh oxygen was like fuel to the fire, nourishing the fragile ember and helping it grow. The moment it touched the surface of the tinder, it was instantly ignited.
I kept waving the bundle, helping the flame grow quickly. Only when a noticeable flame was burning did I place it atop the firewood pile.
I fed new tinder into the flame while pushing thin twigs into the center. Once a twig caught fire, I added another.
Slowly, the fire grew higher and higher, gradually igniting all the surrounding firewood.
As he watched the scorching flames leap half a meter into the air, his ears filled with the CRACKLING of burning wood, and a sense of pride welled up inside Lin Chen.
[Made fire by hand on a beach in Panama. Happiness +2]
