Friday Night


The Christmas lights come on slowly around my place.  I stood outside on my deck and listened to the cars drive by and a flock of geese that flew overhead.  The jets passed overhead as usual as they head into MSP.  Other than those couple things, it’s quiet around my neighborhood.  You can smell the smoke from someone’s fireplace as it drifts on the cold evening air.  I love the smell of the smoke from a wood fire during this time of year.  Maybe it’s just me.


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