A Short Story Of Us.

The wood falls again and we restack the logs criss-cross while sprinkling more dead leaves. I click the lighter and after a few breathless moments it ignites and we have a flame. Over the next hour I add and build to our fire, while you prepare dinner. Chicken sizzles on the grate above the heat and I hear you chopping vegetables inside the cabin. Tacos were always one of my favorites and you make the best ones.

As I sit outside waiting, I put my book down and look up into the trees. My most loved time of day has come; The sunlight streams through the leaves right before setting and everything is soaked in a golden spring glow. I inhale a breath of fresh air, close my eyes, and hear the birds chirping overhead. The serenity of this moment will be missed too soon.

Many times I find life too busy. Always in a rush with nowhere to go. We busy ourselves with mindless and unnecessary distractions because we are told that is the way to live. But out here, living in a tiny cabin with you, surrounded by trees, feeling the heat of the fire, hearing the sounds of nature, and smelling home-cooked food, I am reminded of what truly matters. 

Humanity. Love. Friendship. Tranquility. Life.

Soon dinner will be ready, and I find comfort in knowing we made it together. Me, the fire, and you, the food. All in this tiny escape of ours, full of sunlight.

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