This is The Lodge.
It is a candle, and more than that it is a frame of mind.
In our attic it glows and scents the space with what can only be described as winter.
Pine and smoke and embers ~ the coziest portions of the slumbering season.
It is a small consolation for the bitter cold of late, but a powerful one at that. A small light that strikes through the immensity of night. A small source of heat that cuts through the iciest edge.
The Lodge conjured in the mind can be the one that staves off the worst of winter. It is there when we curl in on ourselves right before forcing ourselves awake and out of the warmest bed. It is there when we pull our arms tightly in front of us on the afternoon walk in the wind. It is there to save us when we slip out of our clothes and into the brief interim of brittle, unprotected air before jumping into the shower or bath.
I like The Lodge. The candle and the idea. The light and the power.
