Sticking to the heat themed titles now.
I'm currently about 3 hours south of Perth in Cowaramup. Lovely place. Nice scenery, good wine, nommy cheese and chocolate (yes nommy, implying that you om nom nom them)...everything's relaxing and it's nice to get away from the...oh that's right I don't do anything anyway.
But seriously, regardless of what I was or was not doing at the time, it's nice to be somewhere else. Of course Kate and I decide that two weeks before we leave on our six and a half week trip, we want to go down south for the long weekend. Nevermind spending time with the family before we part for so long, let's just go chill on our own.
The success story of our day was lighting the fire in Kate's dad's house (although I disagreed with one of the log placements). It still worked. It's amazing watching fires. I watched the fire in the living here for a little while, and thought of other, larger fires that I've previously watched/taken heat from.
There was one just last week that I stared into for a while; a bonfire in a tin barrel in the backyard of my friend's house. It was freezing, yet we had to sit quite a way away from the fire because the heat was so strong. The flames occasionally lept out at us, accompanied by a piece of wood or two, much to the dismay of a few of the drunken onlookers.
The other large bonfire that today's made me think about was the one that my family basked in on the beach on an island in the Bahamas. It wasn't cold, yet the heat was welcome. It was such a lovely night.
I'm not entirely sure why I'm talking about fire and how I watch it, but it's something to write about. I feel like writing lately. Nonsensical information about nothing in particular. For some reason I really hope that one day, when I'll be on my 1000 and somethingth blog post, I'll be able to refer back to this and say, "I've come a long way since those days of writing."
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