Thursday, January 19, 2012


WINTER GOLD

I love to sleep in a cold house then get up and get warm by getting the house warm. In winter I sleep with the window open because I love the feeling of being living toast, with the contrasting wintry coldness on my face.

I will considerately pass up this serendipitous but excellent entree into what I believe are the debilitating effects of central heating and move right on with what I was going to say, that today the dawn was a cold icy one more suited to late February, when it seems the sun has just about given up and acts as warm as neon, the kind of morning that when you go outside to thaw the water pipes shows you where your nose is.

Out there in the predawn air, the only light was a sliver of the moon, dangling like a bright icicle among the black-ice branches of the trees reaching into a gray empty sky, the kind of sight that tickles your history, stirs up thoughts of ancient gods...

Our firewood stocks ondeck had been getting low, but fortunately in the deceptive warmth of yesterday I harnessed a bunch of springtime energy and lugged a bunch of stovelength primo cherry and oak wood, lifted and stacked 'em up on the deck so we had a good supply of the wherewithal for a bright warm fire, before which to gaze out upon the frosty dawn.

Winter has its gold.

3 comments:

Victor said...

Nice. Your words took me somewhere I haven't been in years. I'll take the mystery of a clear winter night on the mountain to that of a night at the theater, dive bar, or fancy French restaurant any day. (though every once in a great while a dive bar can be fun)

Robert Brady said...

Thanks, Victor. I see we're in the same mountain forest on this one; a hungry-minded dive can be great on occasion too...

Juice said...

Lots of fire wood and a great fire in a cold house can't be beat.