Just enjoyed a nice evening together with pals from work, sitting around a campfire at the “beach club”. A place for all staff members, hidden away from our customers eyes, fitted with lots of sand, a pool, beach chairs, hammocks, fireplace, the lot. Our dream greenteam built it in their spare time. Just too bad that our working scedules spread out so wide during the course of a single day, we rarely get the opportunity to all sit around a fire together. But tonight, on the occasion of a young temp leaving us, we did make room for such an evening. Staring at the big logs of wood, diminishing away as the flames licked and consumed them, I started to feel like a queen of the stone age. Contemplating the simple pleasure fire and its warmth can provide. Notwithstanding the power and singeing danger it implies. Just like love and other basic forces of life. Which reminded me of a song titled “Hanging tree” from, well, have a guess, Queens of the Stone Age. Hope you like it as much as I do.
Queens of the Stone Age, Hangin’ tree
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