Because there's something about the burnt smell of firewood
The roasting of driftwood and scraps of kelp
Frosted ocean breeze at the tip of each nostril
And a fog lit sky covering the roadway
Often people gather to see the end of civil twilight
In hopes to conjure up a natural flame
Working against and with the tradewindsC
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 4:38 AM UTC
Because there's something about the burnt smell of firewood
The roasting of driftwood and scraps of kelp
Frosted ocean breeze at the tip of each nostril
And a fog lit sky covering the roadway
Often people gather to see the end of civil twilight
In hopes to conjure up a natural flame
Working against and with the tradewindsC