Wood chopping

Pete and I chop wood. Splinters of frustration rain, warm comfort in the crisp night air.
Each man gets something different. For me it is a subtle fuck you to the degradation of my body. For pete I can not know. For both it is fun.
A connection in a world apart. Warm comfort in the night air.

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About jeromepink

I am slightly taller than average, have brown hair, enjoy rock climbing, and got told I would be dead within 5 years in 2010. I have chosen to disregard this :P
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2 Responses to Wood chopping

  1. Sabdha says:

    Oh yes. I love splitting wood too. The thunk and creak as you get a solid hit, the thwack as the pieces fly apart. For me it’s about being more than just a city chick. And I love having my kids see me be physically strong.

    • jeromepink says:

      Yeah there is a lot of satisfaction in a solid wood chop šŸ˜› The only problem is we can 1) not burn the wood fast enough and 2) not find new logs to chop once the ones we have are done.

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