the smell of roasting chestnuts
light fading into dusk
a dog barks
a cat lies serenely
on top of a car
and these old legs
climb the hill
toward home
the smell of roasting chestnuts
light fading into dusk
a dog barks
a cat lies serenely
on top of a car
and these old legs
climb the hill
toward home
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Nice moment…
Thanks, Jim.
A very peaceful setting.
Thank you.
Wonderful details make this come alive.
Thank you.
Peaceful
Thank you.
Smell of roasted chestnut, my childhood.
Mine, too. Good old sensory recall.