wood burnt stove star sky
swift walk, wool coat, foggy breath
strung lights cling to roofs
-e.kalfas
(a little haiku that came to my head as i walked to the t stop tonight. after a night of biostatistics, i found that looking up at the night sky was the quickest way to clear my head. and i couldn't get away from the intoxicating aroma of wood burning in the air in this quaint new england neighborhood. it reminded me of why i loved this part of the country.)
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