Today I set out for a little walk in the woods.
Then I thought, why slog through the snow. The temperature is so mild it might be nice to sit in the palace with a bottle of wine and a little bonfire and some Christmas music.
It was a magical day. Rosie and Boomer and I sat and meditated by the fire, covered with the all-day blanket of fog that kept our world sealed from the bigger picture.
We didn't get more than 30 feet from the hideaway, and it was beautiful. A few times I thought some exercise would be good, but realized that I'm going to be flying to visit a buddy in North Carolina and my mother in Florida next month, so rationalized that I should practice for the hours aboard West Jet.
As I cross Lake Superior, soar over Lake Erie, and skim the Appalachians I will recall my afternoon, on this unusually mild December Saturday afternoon, sitting contentedly beside a roaring bonfire in the palace as I wing southward to reunite with special people.
If I could share the joy of good firewood and chicken cooked on the wood stove heating our little remote cabin with my southern friends, I'd like that. But who, in North Carolina or Florida, needs this kind of comfort and cooking?
I'm going to learn what brings them happiness in January, and join in. Some of it may translate into a few Sioux Lookout February pleasures.
Then I thought, why slog through the snow. The temperature is so mild it might be nice to sit in the palace with a bottle of wine and a little bonfire and some Christmas music.
It was a magical day. Rosie and Boomer and I sat and meditated by the fire, covered with the all-day blanket of fog that kept our world sealed from the bigger picture.
We didn't get more than 30 feet from the hideaway, and it was beautiful. A few times I thought some exercise would be good, but realized that I'm going to be flying to visit a buddy in North Carolina and my mother in Florida next month, so rationalized that I should practice for the hours aboard West Jet.
As I cross Lake Superior, soar over Lake Erie, and skim the Appalachians I will recall my afternoon, on this unusually mild December Saturday afternoon, sitting contentedly beside a roaring bonfire in the palace as I wing southward to reunite with special people.
If I could share the joy of good firewood and chicken cooked on the wood stove heating our little remote cabin with my southern friends, I'd like that. But who, in North Carolina or Florida, needs this kind of comfort and cooking?
I'm going to learn what brings them happiness in January, and join in. Some of it may translate into a few Sioux Lookout February pleasures.
