12/31/2020
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Summer in the City
Early summer in the city. The last exam written. Studies actually over. No obligations. Freedom. A party by the river. It's getting dark. The campfire burns bright. The beer stands in the water to cool. Every now and then you get up and get one. One is sure to fall in the water tonight, but it doesn't matter, doesn't matter.
The logs in the fire crackle. Sparks rise into the night sky, shining briefly with the stars. A few land on the leather jacket, too. Old thing, inherited from father, a bit stained and patched. Anyway. The fire hisses, resins flare. Mocking. Teasing. Only a small column of smoke stands vertical in the windless night. The wood is dry.
The girl's smile. Kisses in the wood. Maybe more, too. Brief passion in the cool night. Back to the warming fire.
Someone gets out the guitar and a kazoo. For those who can neither sing nor play. There's drinking and laughing. The cigarettes rolled by themselves. Dizzy from the snus. Chewing tobacco, once and never again. All intoxicants legal and maybe more.
You lie down. Close to the embers. Barely any smoke left. The stars still twinkle. Fading slowly into the twilight. A perfect time, Summer of '97...
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Arso, to me, is less a walk in the woods and more the perfect simulation of a campfire. The pine resin and incense combine to create a spicy, rather cool smoke. The fire is fed by cedar. Add some leather and you're done, not much changes. The longevity is very good. For me though, it's not a scent I could wear, it's just too much smoke for that. But damn well done he is already!
Thanks to Serafina for your great walking letter!
The logs in the fire crackle. Sparks rise into the night sky, shining briefly with the stars. A few land on the leather jacket, too. Old thing, inherited from father, a bit stained and patched. Anyway. The fire hisses, resins flare. Mocking. Teasing. Only a small column of smoke stands vertical in the windless night. The wood is dry.
The girl's smile. Kisses in the wood. Maybe more, too. Brief passion in the cool night. Back to the warming fire.
Someone gets out the guitar and a kazoo. For those who can neither sing nor play. There's drinking and laughing. The cigarettes rolled by themselves. Dizzy from the snus. Chewing tobacco, once and never again. All intoxicants legal and maybe more.
You lie down. Close to the embers. Barely any smoke left. The stars still twinkle. Fading slowly into the twilight. A perfect time, Summer of '97...
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Arso, to me, is less a walk in the woods and more the perfect simulation of a campfire. The pine resin and incense combine to create a spicy, rather cool smoke. The fire is fed by cedar. Add some leather and you're done, not much changes. The longevity is very good. For me though, it's not a scent I could wear, it's just too much smoke for that. But damn well done he is already!
Thanks to Serafina for your great walking letter!
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