Getting ready for the storm was like getting ready for any winter storm...
Tonight as I write, the first fire of the season warms this space, and the rewards of my effort of gathering, splitting and stacking wood to build this fire, gives me great comfort and reward.
There is no other heat source here in this space, only a gentle fire that has hot burning coals to ignite the next layer of wood. The light smell of smoke fills the air and brings my mind to many other days.... I added a hickory log and the scent gives me so many feelings....
I look and stare at the fire as if the flames are talking to me and look away only to wonder why I was looking and staring at them any way....
It is 35 degrees outside and I sit here in my space that is 67 degrees...
As I sit here and type, in my own comfort, I am pleased to smell the smoke, and have a fire to warm this space because it makes me feel right at home...
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