you're not my kind of person.
fire makes the cold and the dark tolerable,
and i needed some to make these very cold, very dark nights a little less awful.
it's been windy at night, or wet, or both,
and that makes going outside my least favorite thing to do.
so the very first night it wasn't windy,
i was out making fire.
YEAH!
one match, everybody knows the rules.
ha.
it's true though-
the natural chimney effect of my log cabin fire building style
lends itself to single strike ignition.
y'know how when it's cold af, even fire takes a while to feel warm?
well,
i was frozen for the first half of this pyre- if i could've climbed into it
to get less blisteringly frostbitten...
sure, i could've stayed indoors and been a lot warmer,
but man, c'mon, that's not the point.
the fire is key to barbarian battle beastliness.
y'get me?
it'd been too long since i did any of the woodsly goodsly things
that make remote mountain winters endurable.
and this recharged me a bit.
except only half of me was warm at any given time.
i was spinning like a rotisserie kebab,
and i was still barely cooked.
here's the thing-
fire is good for you,
and cold or not,
the dancing tongues of flame was like super sustenance for my spirit and memory.
yeah,
it's not fancy, or huge, or even that unusual,
but it helped, and there needs to be a lot more of that;
never quiet, never soft.....
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