The fire blazes every night.
In front of the fire sits a grey dog, and bookish children with their bookish mother. Their active father is working hard and is often absent into the night.
The house smells like ham stew and pears in the food dehydrator. Wood fire. And dog.
A cat perches on the back of a chair.
And this world that overwhelms me with its vastness, is condensed. Corseted into an eight by eight section of rug.
I read out loud.
The Long Winter.
All of a Kind Family.
Escape From Mr. Lemoncello's Library.
Daddy surprises everyone by getting home early and his round of books begin.
The Hardy Boys.
The Warden and the Wolf King.
I could never count how many books I've read over the years to these kids or how many times I've gone hoarse.
It's beyond calculation.
This is our winter world.
Curled in front of a fire, lost in the vast world of story with several animals joining our travels.
All this glory on an eight by eight section of rug.
And outside, another world waiting.........