"i am just gonna cut and stack those and when cold comes i will seat infront the fire and knit away!"it is hard thing this life here. There are no buttons to press for magical warmth because that kind of warmth cost too much. There are no warm and toasty waking up come winter. There is wood to be cut and put away and then waking up i ice cold room then running to the kitchen to start fire. There are the mad runs in cold hallways to cold bathrooms. Refreshing showers in ice cold bathrooms are my penance. There are the fancy ones who have such luxuries they are just few and far between. All these thoughts came to my mind as she was talking of wood and winter. Then I realized that she spoke of it as a rhythm and something that has been such part of her life that the luxuries for her were not existing in her mind. They were not in her life so no need to fret over them in her head. It is hard this life of a peasant in not so first world country but sure is full of wisdom. Then I remember our winters together by the fire talking and popping popcorn really no one was missing buttons to press and electric warmth we were more than warm we were content.