[Raining. Warm though.]
When I think about those days. When the rain came down in sheets. I remember those times. When fire warmed our chilly feet. It seems silly to think about. Silly to imagine now. But I miss that fire tonight. I am hungry for some chow. Can you cook an egg or two? Can you heat up some warm tea? Are you not hungry to? Or is it maybe just me?
[Bring on the grub]