Wood Smoke

Posted September 27, 2009 by Diognetus
Categories: Uncategorized

A rainy, wintry Sunday today. The wood smoke from my neighbour’s chimney permeates the air and reminds me of childhood in England, when an open hearth and a living flame breathed atmosphere into the room and conjured in my mind the atmosphere of mystery and wonder. It made me think about growing up. As people gain adulthood that sense of wonder is sloughed off and the world  reveals its true and often mundane self. There is little place for wonderment as an adult, however now and again something triggers those emotions, the smell and sound of times gone that unlock dormant memory and we are children again, alive in the world without responsibility.