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.
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.
Yeah there is a lot of satisfaction in a solid wood chop 😛 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.