I got this from (you know who you are if you don't mind me borrowing)

We were given candles on the last day of SEL and I stared at the flame for a very long time. They're my favourite things on earth. Unlike any other object, they seem to have a life of their own. I don't even know what flames are - translucent, blurred edges, protected by their own layer of heat. I tried to touch it. It didn't burn me, sent a sharp tingling sensation to my fingertips. I wouldn't mind touching it again because I can stare at this matter of amazement all day, and get the urge to feel it for split seconds over and over again.