I tend to think that modern life denies us many highly pleasant experiences which were formerly enjoyed by our forefathers such as beholding our lovers within the mellow glow of an open fire; the very thought fills me with romantic notions and a cosy warm feeling inside, it once being a commonplace enough delight but now a very rare treat indeed since the advent of central heating and the like.
I yearn for lost childhood evenings sat happily before a real fire while the wind whistled and howled like a banshee outside and yearn even more for the life i never had, a life spent in quiet thought and contemplation, gazing deep into the burning embers fondly remembering the past and musing upon the future.
How pleasing it must have been in those distant days for a husband's eye to dwell upon the pretty face of his buxom young wife softened in the soothing light of the fire or the candle as every care or worry he owned floated gently up the chimney with the whisps of smoke and away into the night forever.
In these cold-hearted and supposedly better days we can only blink and squint at one another beneath the harsh, unforgiving and decidedly uninspiring glare of halogen or fluorescent lighting and my own simple heart longs for times past...a quiet hour or two beside the roaring fire with a loved one close at hand, a heartwarming gaze of Crumpet by Candlelight...or if one was very lucky indeed, perhaps a little Fanny by Firelight.
