Smoke brings back memories of all kinds and sorts and sometimes, sometimes, with the pecan smell of dark air emerging from the Weber, I find myself back in center – back in alignment.
Mostly, I can thank my dad for this. We have and continue to have our best conversations around smoke. Conversations that harken back to the deepest yearnings of who I am and yes, of who we are.
Father. Son. Fathers. Sons.
Smoke, it takes me bac,k and on good days, it pushes me forward.
What gives you center?