The photo above reminds me of one my recent dreams. Not because of the fire. But the light. I crossed a ledge over a river. The ledge was covered in bits and pieces - of furniture, clothing, books, ornaments...I had to step carefully to cross without falling. I wasn't nervous because the light was so beautiful. Night with warm glow like this. And my husband below, appearing out of the baths, waving up to me. When I joined him below I told him of my crossing and he said "I had the same dream."
Because of this lovely fire we stayed outside all day on Sunday, over lunch and dinner. It's enough - a warmer day, warm flames, simple food and some visitors - to keep us going to the end of this winter.
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