SCORCHED TIMBER

Five years ago I had moved to a new town to be closer to a girl I was in love with. I had found a humble studio apartment that had beautiful exposed brick walls and high ceilings. It was snug, restful and I was fortunate to have found it... Fall was just turning into winter and the holidays were slowly approaching. I was excited about my new life in such a picturesque town. I felt that almost everything was in it's right place. But something was missing... When I was a boy, my father would take us up to a rustic cabin in Northern Michigan. We would take turns carrying and putting firewood into the old fashion furnace that would then provide heat for the entire cabin. I remember feeling some sort of connection with nature as the smell of charred pine and cedar filled every room.