Ok, not really. Southern California is hardly known for "frightful" weather. It's been beautiful, but it's been COLD. I am freezing my fingers off as I type this. Last night the cowgirl came into my room and found me in the fetal position around the heater again. I was lying so close to it, I almost burned myself. But at least I was warm! (I think I hear my midwest friends laughing at me, but I'm ignoring them.)
What I'd really love is a fireplace in my room. I am a huge fan of fireplaces. Some good friends of mine, who kindly let me live with them last year for about six months, have an awesome fireplace, and they really know how to make a great fire. They'd build it and I'd go fight their big black Labrador for the space right in front of it. (Yeah, that's right--I'M the top dog now.)
But there really is something so magical about a fire. I love the snap-crackle-pop of the dry wood. I love watching the way the flames dance. I like watching the ever-changing shapes in the smoke. I like the musty, earthy smell of burning wood.
You know, I'm really glad it's winter.
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i feel like i should know the "meet me at the stick" reference, but i have no idea! whats it from??
not to be critical, but simply because i love languages and words, sounds more like you both are pyrophile's - one who loves fire (not starts it irresitably, though that may be true also! ;))
I don't get how you get _cold_ in So Cal though... I'm not midwest, but I laughed anyway...
do you have central heating?
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