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Campfire meditation
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Campfire meditation |
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JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
While the slow burning campfire embers fade swiftly to ash, long tendrils of swirling smoke drift upwards to mingle and disperse among the dried mid-winter leaves that dance about on the skeletal limbs of bare tree branches A cold north wind turns it's bitter face towards the frozen snow covered lake, whipping up tiny swirling snow devils, that spin about and come to rest in a snow drift, gathering upon the boundaries of a freshly plowed road Far from the fire, pawprints outline the path taken by a slinking grey fox, that slows to listen to the sounds of a shrew beneath the layered snow, busily gathering the succulent roots of dormant grass to tide it through the harsh winter season As wind passes from lofty frosted heights, it falls quickly as if weighted, bringing with it a bitter nip of cold, forcing me to pull closed my winter parka as I sip a thermos of hot cocoa that warms me, in the midst of winter |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
James, My kind of camping. But my fire would be blazing.  Nice write.It's never too late to have a good childhood! Woohoo! |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
And AGAIN you make me think of New Hampshire! Sheesh. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
A comfortable place to be  |
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