Playing With Fire

If I put my head deliberately into the fire, there is no appeal to fire or to the maker of fire, and I have only myself to blame. - Thoreau

days stacked like cord wood

winter of our discontent

kindled fervency

Author's Note

"The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter, and is about as ample at one season as at another. It is as well for cheerfulness as for warmth and dryness." - Thoreau