There’s something wonderfully hypnotic and calming about watching a fire burn.
I’d allowed myself to get hot n’ bothered, on a particularly irksome Amazon delivery route. And was feeling über gloomy, on my (late) drive home.
But a delicious meal, cooked by my delicious wife, a cup of tea, and a fire? And all was once again well with the world. The simple pleasures, eh? Surely the best?
Ok, so my tiresome work shift wasn’t entirely awful:
Watching this gorgeous family of ducks cross the road was lovely. Why did they cross? To get to the other side… why else?