I'm sitting in the mossy, damp cellar and making a campfire, burning straw flowers for bright light, harvesting little balls from Pelikan ink cartridges.
I smell honey resin candle sweet and fine, old parchment being burned Ink melting on damp oak moss From the basement window, I can see the forest where a straw fire burns, a kettle with herbs steaming on it, ash fragments dancing with the thermals, and smoke creeping from the costus underbrush, a transparent vanilla spirit swirling around in a balsamic way. Thanks to Lagerfeuer Floyd for the testing opportunity ;)
Ink melting on damp oak moss
From the basement window, I can see the forest where a straw fire burns, a kettle with herbs steaming on it, ash fragments dancing with the thermals, and smoke creeping from the costus underbrush, a transparent vanilla spirit swirling around in a balsamic way.
Thanks to Lagerfeuer Floyd for the testing opportunity ;)