The thermos that finally held the heat

Found it this morning in the gear closet—old, dented, one of those heavy-duty ones I’ve used for twelve years. Filled it with coffee from the stove, and for the first time in months, it didn’t cool down halfway up the trail. Not even a whisper of cold at the top. It’s just a thermos, but something about its stubbornness made me pause. Like it knew what silence feels like when you’re carrying it uphill.