The nights have grown dark, soon to be even darker when the infernal timekeepers tell us to wind our clocks back an hour, and the cold wind rattles the storm windows every night as we snuggle far beneath the lip of our comforters. It is the perfect time for candlelight and wood smoke. I find myself working late tonight, on something for someone else for which I will receive little credit, and yet I am surrounded by the warm glow of several candles and the comforts of a gently steaming cup of tea. If you have to work late, and it happens to be the early dark of a burgeoning winter, candlelight is an effective poultice for the poisoning gloom. Light a candle. You don't have to work, I promise.
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