It’s late. You’re outside, alone save a stray wind rustling the trees and tall weeds. The new moon hides invisibly while it looks down upon your situation, ambivalent to your needs, desires, and wishes. You wonder for a second if the moon could grant wishes if it cared enough to understand us inconsequential humans, but then a remote sound grabs your attention.
Your ears feel alive, catching what it can, imperceptably stretching wide to enable additional sounds to come in for processing. That sound, right there! Was it a cautious footstep taken by a silent attacker? Or was it just a few leaves being scattered by a vagrant breeze…? Closing your eyes, your senses awaken more than ever before as you integrate with nature, feeling Earth’s heartbeat around you, melding with the energy and vitality of your surroundings. You can almost detect each of the organisms in the soil under your feet, from beetles and earthworms to the spiders and scorpions who prey upon them. The thought of this natural predator role quickly shifts your mind back into focus, and you redouble your attempts to perceive the source of the aural anomaly.
What could all this mean?
The family decided it’s high time we made ourselves a fire pit.
You may have seen it in a few of my DITL’s. And now that it’s getting colder in Texas (finally!), I predict we’ll be using it a lot.
Anyone wanna come over for some ’smores?
Are the marshmallows vegetarian?
Must not be *too* late if the new moon is looking down on you…
Oh, and it’s “s’mores”.
(cf. http://www.utterli.com/u/utt/u-ODAyNjA5Mw#utt-ODAyNjA5Mw)
Seriously, though, I look forward to my next opportunity to enjoy your fire pit.
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We had a fire pit when we lived in Arizona and man do I miss it. I loved sitting outdoors and having totally calm moments just staring at the fire.
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through some TX size steaks on that thing instead, and save the smores for the kids.
throw some TX size steaks on that thing and save the smores for the kids.
I’ll even bring chocolate from Graham’s, Geneva’s finest chocolatier (don’t worry about the fact that it’s Geneva’s only chocolatier).
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Oh yum. Actually, I hate smores.
But I do loves me a fire.
Your firepit is gorgeous.
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We live in the middle of the woods, we have a real fire pit.
I don’t think I can make it to Texas, but I’ll give you my address and you can mail me my s’mores. Ha!!!!
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I’d love me some s’mores. When can I come over?
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save me a seat
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That pit is cool…. I’ve liked it since you first showed it in your DITLs
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