fire in my soul

It is a daily thing now. paper & card. kindling. wood. and burn (hopefully burn)I like the routine of it, the smell of smoke becoming the norm, and the gradual warming of rooms from the pillar in the corner.The candles end up burning for effect, for that winter cozy warmth, and the light flickering against the walls.Winter is here. Christmas will be soon too..I don't know if I am ready for that yet though.R/