Neil (nt) wrote,

Bow river

I took a brisk walk down to the river and back late this afternoon, by myself. Lorna wasn't feeling up to it, though she is doing well. I was out for about an hour. My fingers were starting to tingle from the cold by the time I got back, but it was really quite mild weather for February. On the way back, I passed by a restaurant with a mesquite grill. I found comfort in the smell of burning wood, as I trod through the crisp snow in the twilight. Wood fires must trigger something primal in humans.
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