Notes
I love running on Sunday afternoon's as Xmas is approaching. There are football inspired gatherings in homes here and there, some including good old wood-burning fireplaces [not those gas-burning fake ones found in McMansions around the country]. There was a time as a kid when I could almost identify the aromas of specific woods by the smoke floating in dark smudges upwards against the darkening sky ... Now, I just know they're different from one another. In my mind's ear, I could almost hear the hisssssss, squeeeeeeeal and POP! of spiders that had made their homes in the woodpile and were sent to their doom in the flames ... sorry.