This week, a lot has happened. But not really much of anything. We burned a lot of the deadfall. Used some old receipts and documents as kindling along with other worn out boxes. Got a good fire going. Lasted a few hours. Put a hole in my sleeve with an ember that flew. I used a metal tentpole to work the fire. My brother believes me now when I say the elements work funny around me.
See, the fire was going pretty good, and I was going around it, stirring up the ashes below and moving ash off the top. You know, trying to keep it going without having to add fuel constantly. And I'd stand in a place for a moment, and the wind would change and I'd be forced to move because the smoke was in my face. So I'd move to another spot for a moment, and the wind would change and blow smoke in my face.
"It's chasing me," I told him. And he said that that was ridiculous, so I walked a half-circle slowly around the fire and the smoke chased me the entire way. Then I reversed direction