Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The First fires

It's cold here this morning, bursts of rain, wind sweeping in from the sea. I'm sitting in front of our wood combustion stove. Watching the wood burn, the trembling glow as heat quivers on a piece especially thick but now almost resinous with heat.

I think of the first families huddled together in the dark, the first discovery of making a fire, the first inventions, the many quick changes of our world now.

The world, made closer by technology, can have us sitting far apart, alone in front of a computer or iPad and tablet. Words drifting across the world like the foam from waves on a wilder beach.

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