no cabin fever here

long over due. often need an impetus of unique qualities to get me back here with my pen.

fresh percolated coffee rests to my right, the fire in the place ticks its approval of our being here. warming and burning the logs chopped with our own collective hands.

i forget how healing this mountain get-away is until i am rested in its rustic clutches.

just a few friends and i, nestled away from the cold, enjoying the simpler pleasures of and in the high country. a mountain brewery, rich-fine coffee, a deck of cards, a board game, and four pairs of snowshoes.

in taking a moment, i have found exactly what i was looking for.