What would I miss most if it was no longer here?

A fire. I just get great joy out of the ritual of lighting it, the fragrance, the crackle and hiss, the amber glow and, yes, the heat. I’ve been known to light fires on hot days. I get into a meditative state from it, a bit like when I have a dog nuzzled beside me. A few months ago I would have written this piece about my dog but alas he’s gone to another dimension and I do miss him.