We don’t have wolves around the cabin, but there is a wolf moon hanging overhead at night reminding us of our wilder selves. It takes us back to the days of old when our ancestors slept by campfires and lived beneath the stars with bare feet and stone spears. The fire pushed back the darkness and the cold. Maybe that’s why we so often get lost staring into the flames of campfires and wood stoves. The peace of those flames are buried deep within our DNA. As long as we stay close to the fire everything just feels like it’s going to be okay.
About The Author
Billy Reeder is an assistant professor of journalism at Arkansas Tech University. He is currently writing about South Texas and the U.S./Mexican border crisis.