The orange firelight instantly dispelled the chill and dampness inside the cave, casting three flickering shadows on the rough stone wall.
The rain showed no sign of stopping, and it seemed that we might be stuck here for the rest of the day.
But at this moment, no one complained as they took off their backpacks, leaned against the cold rocky wall, and stretched their slightly chilled hands towards the flames for warmth.
A feeling of warmth spread from their fingertips, as the exhaustion and tension of the past few days seemed to slowly dissolve in the dancing flames.
"Fire is truly a great thing," Stan couldn't help but exclaim.
Outside the cave, the storm raged fiercely, while inside, there was the bonfire, companions, and lingering pine scent. This stark contrast between inside and outside brought an indescribable sense of safety and coziness.
To pass the time and boost morale, Stan looked at Old George, who was silently staring at the flames.
