Waiting For The Sign

The weather is cooling again. Today the mercury did not visit the 60's. So I lite the fireplace. Just enough to take the chill out of the air and the bones. When I first ignited the paper to get the draft going up the chimney the smoke was white. Oh, oh.  I had to quickly add some wood. That first smoke ascending was white and it might mislead some to think a new Pope had been chosen. Now the smoke is black and grey, the color of limbo. The world awaits with bated breath. But I suspect it's not my chimey to which they look, is it?