Came the cold back with the breeze. The wood piled by the fireplace will be used after at least three weeks. Thought I'd completely given up on that part five minutes of the morning. That five minutes with a kind of carrying cloth iron flat on the front porch. Ah, the front porch. Just outside, so cold to unchip some frozen wood but short enough to not require gloves. And looking inside, of course. Maybe tomorrow morning once again should I wake early and there are only ashes behind the two vault doors.
True how that tipping hour just came yesterday. "Okay, it's going to get colder." And my under-wear, the stretchiest, most foldable piece of clothing I have, sat at the easiest to reach point above two thermals, oversize sweatpants, five polo shirts and two towels.
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