the mesmerizing fire


The advertisement had said there would be plenty of wood for the fireplace and there was.  It stacked neatly on the small patio, taking over the space entirely.  All we had to do was crack open the slider and bring in the few logs we needed to replenish the stash inside.

It became a rotating game for a few nights while we lounged in our snow covered hideaway.  A few logs would be burning wonderfully warm in the fire box.  When they disappeared to glowing orange coals we would replace them with the logs that had been drying in front of the open flames and those, in turn, would be replaced by a new batch of logs pulled in from the patio.

Round and round we went, from sitting to stoking to gathering to sitting again.  The long hours of darkness in the cozy room passed quickly.  They always pass too quickly.  The early morning alarms of the following day send us to bed long before we grow tired of the mesmerizing fire.

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