Good morning. There's close to six inches of light, fluffy snow out there. I'm home in front of the fire. No mail trail today.
This is a relief. Most days have been go to work in the dark and come home in the dark. Delivering mail and packages in the dark is stressful.
Sitting still in front of this fire with everyone still asleep is a joy. Peaceful. Let the world do what it's going to do. I am going to sit here and watch the fire. An 18 year ritual rooted into my existence.
I saw my grandpa's brother yesterday. I was delivering an Amazon package to a renter of his. He was wearing hunter's orange. He asked me if I was hunting this year. I shook my head no, pointed at my vehicle full of packages and mail, and said that's what I've been doing.
Next year I am going to take off for the season, if I am still delivering mail and have vacation days left. I miss it.
I miss being in the woods in general.
One time, when I was in my early 20's still living with my grandparents, my Dad and Grandpa came up to hunt. The 3 of us stayed in a cabin on Gull Lake. We hunted on the 100 acres I bought when I was 18 or 19, I can't remember anymore.
It was the end of the season. We were cutting up a deer in my grandpa's garage. My Dad, who never said these types of things, said, "You really like this, don't you?"
I did. I was learning how to cut up a deer with my Grandpa and Dad.
In fact, as I'm writing this, I wouldn't doubt if it was on this exact day 30 or so years ago. They would usually go back home on a Saturday Sunday depending on if we had deer to cut up yet.
I'm off to add more wood to the fire. I hope you have a great day!
Morning Fire 50
11.30.25
