The Fireplace at Breadloaf Inn - 7 am
The lazy snap of gray and glowing maple logs Collapsing intermittently to hush and ashes... Languid dance of flickerflame there Threading random in and out... Redolence of thousand former fires, Of old linen, wax and woodsmoke, Damp-dispelling warmth... A solemn clock off somewhere ticked and slowly... Sign in to see full entry.