The cabin is a place that exists in my head but may someday be a dream come true. Time will tell. The cabin is out in the country and borders a wooded area. Over time, a large patio was added complete with a large rustic pergola. It was a great place for friends to gather. And I made certain we gathered often. At this stage of our lives, friendships could be fleeting.
On the last Saturday of the NFL regular season, we gathered. Some of my closest “gal pals” arrived a few days ahead of time to help with preparations. Cookies, sweets, and caramel apples were prepared. Crockpots worked nonstop filled with soups, chili, pulled pork, and meatballs. Loaves of crusty bread were baked. Homemade hot chocolate was prepared in advance, ready to be heated up. If time allowed, chunky marshmallows were made. But there were always bags of commercially prepared marshmallows on standby.
A couple of good friends hooked up a couple of large screen tv’s for those who wished to watch the games. The huge fire pit, made with rocks scrounged from the property, pulsed warmth fueled by fragrant wood. And for those who didn’t enjoy the fresh, crisp air, there was comfort indoors.
In the quiet of the evening a few of us hardier souls gather around the fire. The sky is inky black and loaded with bright stars. Tonight’s moon is a waxing crescent, throwing as much light as possible. We each cradle huge mugs of hot drinks. Rum toddies have been made complete with the use of a hot poker. Wistful sighs punctuate subdued conversation.
It’s a blessing to have friends and dreams. I will never give them up.
Stories Are For Eternity 
I’m hooked.
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