Washing out the smoke

Spent the back half of the afternoon with a wet campfire, craft beer, and charcoal. Woke up smelling like a barbecued potato chip. Put a wool blanket down over the lawn furniture to soften things up, and enjoyed the crackle and warmth as the clouds opened up and the birds came out. Dappled in fog this morning, scene change between weekend and weekday.

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William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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One Response to Washing out the smoke

  1. alesiablogs says:

    Interesting mix of words on his post.


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