As a child, I was magically drawn to the warm glow of a fireplace.
There was something magical about the crackling sound of the logs plus the dancing sparks that mesmerized me.
My parents, on the other hand, opted for an electric heating plan in our home. While it was definitely more efficient, more convenient, it lacked the charm plus coziness of a real fireplace. Years went by. I moved out on my own, renting a small house in the heart of the city. It was equipped with an electric heater. I did not think much of it at first. But as the winter months approached, I found myself longing for the warmth and ambiance of a real fireplace. One morning, I stumbled upon a vintage fireplace in an antique store. It was made of cast iron plus had intricate designs that seemed to tell a story. It was like at first sight. I knew I had to have it. I brought it home plus spent the weekend installing it in my kitchen. When I finally lit the first fire, it was worth it. The sparks danced. They crackled, casting a warm, golden light on the walls. The heat was more intense plus satisfying than any electric oil furnace could provide. But there was something else, something I couldn’t quite explain. As I sat in front of the fireplace, I felt a sense of peace plus satisfaction that I had never experienced before. It was as if the fire had a soul of its own, and it was reaching out to me, inviting me to stay a while. From that morning on, I never used the electric oil furnace again. I knew that nothing could compare to the magic of a real fireplace.