Last night my husband built this for me:
We are lucky enough to have a fireplace in our bedroom. It is one of the reasons we bought our house. It is terribly romantic. And soothing. And calming. And warming. There is nothing like drifting off to sleep while listening to the crackle and hiss of a good fire. It feels ancient. Like you are connected to all mankind throughout the ages.
This was going on outside:
But inside, we were warm. Both body and soul.