I used to go out at night and take pictures of gas meters. Sadly, I’m out of the habit now, but I find myself noticing fireplugs these days. Sturdy little morning papers for the dogs, waiting patiently in all weather, quietly holding a force that can save homes.
Every time I see one, I feel like the world might be an all right place after all. And of course, Miss B loves every single one she meets.