Oh, the weather outside is
frightful, I mean rainy.
But the fire is so delightful, oh yes it is.
And since we’ve no place to go (who doesn’t have things to do this time of year?) 113 more words
Smoky grey floats across the sky, seemingly harmless. The innocent meeting of neighbours builds into a dense, dark mass of similar purpose, obscuring lighter nonchalance. The thundering mass, driven by a single purpose, bellows and roars its woes, deafening in its furious glory. 461 more words