Hands lift in greeting to new faces and new readers. In their lines - cracked, holy - is the toughened experience of earned gratitude, an appreciation for the investment of time into the skin and the flesh, and a gripping taste for the soon-to-be.
If you are eyes glinting in the darkness just beyond the edge of the fire, you can catch up on these #100DaysofAberrance here, as a grand index, as woodgrain pyre, as sacrament on the flaming altar of the internet.
And in coming closer to the smell of roasting, take a warm stone, a blanket, and sit. Stay a while, and converse. Add your comments, suggestions, and thoughts to the cooking smell, and together, we'll sate our appetites.