Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The Missing Link
Even though I live in Texas, having a fire at home is important to me. It's my preferred way to relax, and it makes me feel very cozy, very nest-y. It's uncommon here for houses to be built with fireplaces (for good reason), so we generally make our fires outside, camp-out style. Some time ago I moved my backyard fire pit, brick by brick, from old house to new, and have been waiting for an opportunity to light it up ever since. It was beginning to seem ill-fated. Every time I thought I'd have my chance, it would get sidelined by other plans, or it would become unacceptably windy or suddenly way too warm. I became more and more despondent, thinking that maybe it just wasn't to be.
Finally, on Saturday night, I got my chance. I couldn't have asked for a better night for it. It was perfectly clear and perfectly calm, there were tons of stars to see, and it was just cold enough for the fire to feel great. At long last, I was really home.