The curl

I climbed the ridge that leads to the world I know as Pine Log,looking for some solace as I have many times before.Instead,I found myself wanting to give comfort,for the leafless trees seemed to exude an indifferent starkness,as a sleeping lover,on this cold December evening."I gave to you all spring and all summer,"they seemed to say to me.So I just walked among them and came to a true acknowledgement; that I am as they and they as me.One is as naked and vulnerable as the other.Our clothing comes not by any effort of our own,but is totally dependent on another source.An unseen life.Unseen,but just as real as anything seen by the natural eye,They will rest and wait patiently on that life.Soon,(in the scheme of things)their patience will be rewarded and once again,we will rejoice together!so on this early December evening I tried to give instead of take.I felt rewarded as I came back down the ridge to observe the grey curl of smoke rising from the ancient chimney of the ancient house that my wife and her siblings grew up in,Inside was life,warmth,comfort.There is always an inviting curl of smoke rising from the father,s chimney,There is always life,warmth,and comfort that is not temporary,but eternal.Looking for that curl of smoke from Pine Log.......................