Fundamental

Woke up late to the sounds of dogs running wreck and ruin through the house, and snow on the tin roof. Not loose careless snow, but big driven flakes, falling with purpose. My hands flew to the covers, and then to jeans and boots, dressing quickly. A full batch of charcoal sat uncovered beside my forge, and would be ruined in short order if it got covered with snow.
An hour later fires are blazing in the woodstove and fireplace, coffee is built (and poured), and I am just sitting down to a hot plate of fried eggs and elk sausage. The snow is still falling.
Some things are just so fundamentally good.