Small Pleasures
Oct 8 2023
The boiler rumbles to life,
pipes burble, rattle, ping
as heat courses through,
and the first hint of warmth
begins to trickle out.
After a sweltering summer
and months at rest
— sitting heavily
in a cramped corner
in a damp basement
on a cold concrete floor —
the oil burner, and its massive boiler
do what they are there for:
like dutiful soldiers
waiting for the order
to fire.
If only everything in life
was so reliable.
If all it took
was a simple turn
of the thermostat.
But really, what more could one desire
than a cozy room
on a chilly afternoon
in a blustery fall?
In my quiet life
of low expectations
and frugal celebration
I take quiet satisfaction
from small rites of passage
such as this.
So the first day
of heating season
deserves to be recognized;
a milepost
pointing to a change in season,
the feeling of a fresh start.
And a definitive end
to a taxing summer
of record-setting heat.
Hardly earth shattering
or life transforming.
But this is how it mostly goes;
basic needs, satisfied,
and the small pleasures of daily life
quietly enjoyed.
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