Sitting next to my kerosene stove, occasionally stirring a pot of gently sizzling onions cooking on the top for tomorrow’s soup. A cup of tea and a slice of the stollen I made the day before. Reading ‘A Collapse of Horses’ by Brian Evenson. Is there any better time of year for reading? And any better situation than to be in a warm home while it’s cold outside, with nothing else pressing to do and tasty food at hand?
by pennanbeach