Collecting wood, lighting the fire, and snuggling up on the sofa. The walls warm up and the bach begins to glow. Good music on the stereo, an absorbing book, and I am content. No matter that the rain falls relentlessly outside and winter is turning more chilly.
Every season has its compensations, and the crackling of a wood fire is one of them. I also welcome the opportunity to become still and reflective. Delicious.