Thoughts by the wood stove.

There’s something primal about a wood fire.

What does it stir in the most primitive part of our brain?

What is it that sets off our senses when we smell wood smoke on a damp day?

Could it possibly be our ancestors passed this feeling down through time in our very DNA?

The smell of wood smoke brings me to thoughts of home and comfort, of joy and laughter, of families close by and safe.

Of sitting with a good book and a cup of coffee or tea, the animals laying by the stove, content with their existence.20160830_152626

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