Coming home, I light a fire: coaxing flames and warmth from cold and sometimes frozen wood.
Glowing embers, twinkling lights, and old brass lamps brighten my small home that is blanketed by cloudy yet starry skies and surrounded by a sea of glimmering January snow.
On the stove is a red pot of beef stew, and in the oven bakes cornbread in an old cast iron skillet.
“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my ”idea of them.” – Anais Nin
I am feeling this, so much tonight – though I think maybe my abode is a little less cozy than yours…