Fire is powerful, captivating, sucks you in. I get lost in it, in my thoughts, memories, emotions. Neither good nor bad, simply lost.
This firelight came from a fire built by my brother-in-law years ago to boil maple sap down to syrup. This year’s season has not really started, days aren’t warm enough yet. Perhaps this week.
A flock of sparrows roosts in a neighbour’s cedar tree. Though individuals have lived and died a flock has lived there for as long as I’ve been in Dresden, surviving marauding outdoor cats, hawks, and harsh winters like the one drawing to an end. Sparrows are a little plain compared to goldfinches, cardinals, and other gaudier songbirds. Yet their gregariousness and raucous conversations add cheer and livens up a late winter day.
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