A friend once told me that everything looks good by firelight. It was the first camping trip of the summer. The fire was lit, the smell of sun warmed pine needles mingled perfectly with the smell of burning pine wood. My whole family was there, voices and laughter echoing in the small clearing. I was walking up from the river and saw the whole world in that globe of firelight and smoke, surrounded by black night. It all looked very good, by firelight.