It is cold this morning and with the sun low on the horizon it is unlikely to get warmer as the day progresses. The Jack London short story, "To Build a Fire" always sticks in my mind on late fall mornings...obviously I didn't step through the ice and all that...but it is such a good read...well knock your socks off.
I wrote yesterday about a ski trip and a cabin in northern Michigan some 44 years ago. Fireplaces, potbellied wood stoves and cold are strong remembrances - perhaps because smell and touch are more acute to evoke a time a place. A wood fire is instantly smelled, recognizable and visualized in a mind's eye before you see the real thing. Cold is just cold..you feel it the same way in a bucket of cold water or putting your hand in the freezer.
Anyway, it is a perfect morning to make a pot of soup, have a fire in the fireplace and keep your socks dry.
I wrote yesterday about a ski trip and a cabin in northern Michigan some 44 years ago. Fireplaces, potbellied wood stoves and cold are strong remembrances - perhaps because smell and touch are more acute to evoke a time a place. A wood fire is instantly smelled, recognizable and visualized in a mind's eye before you see the real thing. Cold is just cold..you feel it the same way in a bucket of cold water or putting your hand in the freezer.
Anyway, it is a perfect morning to make a pot of soup, have a fire in the fireplace and keep your socks dry.
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