The wind was blowing the billowing clouds across the desert sky, creating pockets of shadows across the golden desert, making it look like a patchwork quilt of light and dark. The palm trees bent their heads and swayed with the cold wind. There was no one outside on this cold day. It was dark in the house and a candle was lit in the living room to chase away the cold and gloom. It was a perfect day for a cheerful, crackling fire but we didn’t have a fireplace. I sighed as I wrapped myself tighter in my crocheted afghan, wishing the candle that I had lit on the entertainment center would give more heat. I felt like Bob Crachet trying to warm his hands by candlelight in Scrooge’s office. We had the heater on but it didn’t chase away the cold I felt. What I needed was a good, warm, roaring fire, but we bought a house with no fireplace. The only thing about my lovely home that I wish it had.
I decided to turn on Netflix on our BAT (Big-Ass TV). Maybe I could watch a movie as I was cocooned in my blanket. Netflix came up on the BAT perched on the wall above the entertainment center and I scrolled with my remote through all the shows. I didn’t see anything that I felt like watching. Oh, wait, is this a show of a fire burning in a fireplace? I selected it out of curiosity and shortly I heard the wood crackling and saw sparks flying off a birch-wood fire projected in high-def ultra HD up on the BAT.
In no time at all, my on-screen fire was roaring, the shadows of the room were chased away and I had the coziness of a fire without having to chop wood.
What I needed now was a warm drink. I fixed myself some tea and resumed my post on the couch wrapped in a blanket with my feet up on the recliner. I reached over and picked up my book from the side table and started to read. My cat jumped on my lap and lay there purring as I turned the pages of the book and took sips from my tea, all in front of a cheerful, crackling fire.
My husband came into the living room, took one look at me and what was on the BAT and laughed.
“I know it’s not real, but I tell you, I feel the warmth!” I told him.
Still chuckling, he sat down on his side of the couch and shared the fire with me as he scrolled through his cellphone.
After a little while our kids wandered in the room, saw what was on the BAT and were impressed. My daughter went to her room and got her own book and read it in front of the fire in the side chair. My son brought his Legos in and set up a battle scene in front of the entertainment center.
It was all rather cozy. The crackling fire in our front living room while the winter wind blew outside.
Suddenly, the fire went out. The video had run its course and Netflix was showing us what we could watch next.
“Uh-Oh!” I exclaimed. “Our fire went out, someone should have added another log to it.”
My husband reached for the remote and restarted the show. Crackling flames soon spread their warmth into the living room.