I spent almost two hours at the cabin this evening. I had Native American music softly playing in the background inside the cabin while I sat on the porch. Mandy had followed me back, but promptly disappeared for over an hour. When she finally showed up again, she sat on her haunches looking this way and that way into the woods. At one point she went running down the path and scared up a turkey. I didn't see it, but I heard it protesting as it took flight. I could have sworn I heard the persistant meowing of a cat down in the holler, at one point.
Why is it so comforting to watch a fire burn? I was almost hypnotized by the flames, which I had to douse when I saw darkness was overtaking me.