It’s time for a fire. It’s not that it’s cold or snowing or even time to turn on the furnace, it’s just time for a fire. The signal is when windows get shut because there is just a little chill in the air, then even a small fire in the fireplace is, as they say, comfort food for the eyes, and every other sense.
Too, fire has a smell that acts as a catalyst for thoughts and remembrances: It makes you think about returning to the cabin after a day’s hunt, drying out after getting caught in an autumn rain, dark looking back at you at 6 pm, and gives off a feeling of comfort and safety; the wolves will be kept away. Throw on a pine knot and the only thing that could make the experience better is “two fingers of your favorite bourbon.”
It’s all good!
TD.
Amen, Terry. Think I’ll throw a few logs on here myself!
Don’t forget the “two fingers.”
Two fingers?
“two fingers of bourbon”