“There’s nothing better than curling up with a good book and sitting in front of the fire on winter evenings.” – Leo Sayer
The pop and crack of the consumption of the wood in the conflagration, flames dancing over and through the surface of the fuel as the light and shadows dance.
The heat, radiating from the hearth, reflected in the heart.
The feeling radiating from the fire, the glow that is not merely physical as it warms the soul and skin.
The pages beneath the fingers.
The contrast of the black and white on the paper, the physical keying off the mental as the reality is supplemented and supplanted by the world of the book, drawing us in.
Escaping the cold of the outside into the warmth of the world within.
Sit, and read.