Tuesday, December 1, 2009

December's eve - a street with houses on both sides. Few sounds. Dusk falls, and the trees ahead blackly rest under the pink sky. Somewhere not far away someone has a fire lit in a fireplace. I can smell the woodsmoke - warm, even as the air tingles when it touches my nose. It's chilly, but I wouldn't have it any other way. This chill makes warm so much cozier.


Susan J. Reinhardt said...

Hi Becky -

Love the quote on your sidebar!

There's something cozy about being in a nice, warm house when it's cold outside. I'm grateful I have shelter from the elements and all the other necessities of life.

Susan :)

Karen Lange said...

I like that, the chill making the warm so much cozier! Did I mention that you should be a writer? :)

Becky Lange said...

Thanks for your comments guys! Yes Susan - I liked that quote because I've realized that my friends must be real ones since they put up with my occasional ridiculousness :).