Yeah, it's been a stressful day. Hell, it's been a pretty hardcore week. But there's something about being outside with a fire that makes it all seem so far away somehow.
This evening Mr G and I took a drink to the deck and watched the fire. We took turns to stoke it and stared into its heart for about for hours, talking sometime, mostly not.
We set it before it was dark and watched til long after the sun had gone down.
Now I have warm feet, rosy cheeks and smell faintly of woodsmoke. I'm going to lie down, close my pink rimmed, smokey eyes and sleep whilst orange flames dance behind my lids.
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