Poems Blue Smoke July 26, 2013 Tiny 6 Comments Blue smoke smells summer fish fries on the open fire childhood memories. Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrPinterestPrintEmailLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related
I love how picking up the clothes you wore the night before brings the memories of a campfire into focus because the smoke still clings… 🙂 Reply
Yes, it is very nice to make a fire at the lakeside on a summer night, there’s something special about it. Reply
I love how picking up the clothes you wore the night before brings the memories of a campfire into focus because the smoke still clings… 🙂
That’s right! A sure bet to remember all of it 😉
Love the blue-green, the merge of it, really.
Thanks! I love the colors too.
Fire, smoke, ember, they have fascinated me since childhood.
Yes, it is very nice to make a fire at the lakeside on a summer night, there’s something special about it.