Vivid Description:

The match was thin and rectangular; it was hard to get a good grip. The tip was as red as
blood ribbon in my hair, in which it ended at a round point. I held the match box
conveniently in my other hand, as I went to ignite my match. I positioned the match on the
side of the match box ready to strike it like a lion on its prey. I flicked my wrist with
surprising force as the match slid along the scratchy surface of the box. The match along the
box reminded me of the sound produced when I file my nails. In a matter of milliseconds the
match relieving lit up with a bright orange flame, in which I could feel the heat being
radiated. The smell of smoke smelled peaceful because it reminded me of when my dad
came home from a long day of putting out bushfires.

Atmosphere: positive