I woke just before the sun rose over the pines that line our dead end road. It was Mike's night to stoke the fire and it's always a little cold on his mornings. He likes it that way. I let him sleep while I feed another log to Calcifer. With my chair pulled up close to the stove's belly and the percolator on top, I read and knit a few rounds. It takes almost two hours before the dark roast starts to perk, but I don't mind. I enjoy the quiet moments of solitude in our tiny house. One by one, the rising scent of fresh perked coffee wakes my sleeping babes and so begins the day.