a gathering

The smoke followed me wherever I sat.  I'd change seats and the wind would shift.  My decision to stand was a practical one, so that I could easily avoid the smoke with a shuffle of a few steps to the left or to the right.  The fire kindled easy conversation as we talked about things like knitting, Gatorade flavors, sun screen and bug repellent.

Maybe the fire did not ignite some ancient longing to gather around a blaze and talk, but something did.  Maybe it was the first weekend that we have had late spring worthy weather, maybe it was the fact that this place holds such family history since my husband has been coming to this spot since he  was three or maybe it was that most of my children and significant others were gathered here.  Nothing makes us happier; our already big family is growing. And you know, this is just the beginning.