Sunday, January 16, 2005

The art of nothingness

It's cold outside and it's warm inside. The trees have lost their leaves and they look fragile and cold out there. The sky is a beautiful and clear baby blue and the sun is shining and it's nice to look out and see it but it's nicer to be in here knowing the beauty is out there rather than being out there knowing there's a fire burning in here.

This weekend, my friends and I have perfected our skills at doing absolutely nothing at all. Beyond putting wood on the fire and breaking out the Scrabble board or maybe flipping through a magazine for the latest Brad & Jen stories, or doing the Crossword puzzle, there has been precious little activity going on around here. And that's just about as perfect a weekend as you can have at the cabin.