Light a candle.

Each night, when I come home from work, I get this urge to light a candle.
For me it is not thought through or particularly intentional, just an instinct.
I started doing it a few years ago, as the supper hour starts to gradually get darker.
It is a flame that invites me to stay, not go. To put my house in order and make it a place I want to be.
With it's glow, I begin to make use of the fuel I have harvested from the summer sun.
I turn my attention inward, to protect us from the cold.