All the pretense
brushed aside.
Comfort—
life itself—
reduced
to a good fire,
A warm hearth,
And a loved dog
stretched
tummy-to-blaze.
Snoring.
Sunday morning music
7 hours ago
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5 comments:
The simple things in life: a fire on a stormy day, and a faithful canine companion enjoying it with you. Now there's contentment.
I guess things really haven't changed a lot since we lived in caves. The simple things are the best.
Good. Just plain good.
Watch your fire safety, those newspapers are pretty close to the stove. A stray spark when it is open could smoulder and become a problem.
Thanks all.
I was wondering when someone would mention the papers. The way my glass doors are hinged there is no way that a spark could reach them. But thanks for thinking 'bout me!
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