The Adirondacks turn me primitive, foolish, though foolishness isn’t geographical.
Hailey, her friend Debbie and I are at Hailey’s cabin on the lake, enjoying hot days—and nights cool enough for a fire.
Hailey says, “I’m going to bed. You coming?”
“Soon,” I say.
Debbie asks, “Will you stoke the fire? I’m not sleepy yet.”
Placing another log on the hearth, I get a blaze going.
“Please sit with me awhile.”
I’m not sleepy, so I say yes.
In a heartbeat, Debbie and I are sitting too close for too long.
Daybreak. Everyone awakens—transformed. Just how? No one knows.
Hailey, her friend Debbie and I are at Hailey’s cabin on the lake, enjoying hot days—and nights cool enough for a fire.
Hailey says, “I’m going to bed. You coming?”
“Soon,” I say.
Debbie asks, “Will you stoke the fire? I’m not sleepy yet.”
Placing another log on the hearth, I get a blaze going.
“Please sit with me awhile.”
I’m not sleepy, so I say yes.
In a heartbeat, Debbie and I are sitting too close for too long.
Daybreak. Everyone awakens—transformed. Just how? No one knows.
