Cold Fog Fire.

I am fascinated. I spent much of the evening watching colorful dancing flames of fog on the surface of a mirror.
While soaking in a hot tub of water, I happened to put my foot up near a mirror on the wall. The air was cool and dry and just a little drafty.

Warm moist air rising from my foot caused a little patch of fog on the mirror. But that warm moist air was mixing with the cool dry air that was moving about the room. The result is fog forming and evaporating so fast that it danced  like flames, or aurora borealis.

I could even blow at it and fan the flames. By changing whether I blow over warm wet legs or from the dry side, it either makes the flames bigger or smaller.

By lining up my foot just right so it blocked direct light from the lamp, I could see colors in the flames. The fog on the mirror was so thin that it caused a diffraction effect that was always changing colors.

Life is everywhere.  I feel privileged to have been given a way to visualize yet another of the countless invisible dances going on all around us all the time.