What Does All Nighter Wood Stove Look Like

smell of beach

fogs and I can not see if it's sunny outside.
Inside is if nothing else. At times some rain cloud covers it, but there is always the wind ready to sweep it away. The view

fogs up and I see everything blurred, as if I'm under water: it must be sleeping. Or the sadness that sometimes comes without first bothering to tell, right to education, if there are persapere .. arrives and is installed, melancholy orange, which brings some old thoughts and good smell.
Today I was reminded that big red tin that was full of dough for the apple pie, sugary and dense that I robbed with the spoon, while my grandmother cut the apples into thin slices. I came to feel that scent.
Then came the smell of a beach that I know well, because it is mine.
A beach where I lived by night and by day of the things I've lived other. Very different during those years hardly believe it's the same beach.
And I've always preferred the evening when the sun has just set and not go any more, but the sky is still clear. And the calm water. Always.
Smell of evenings in solitude, thoughts of smell, the smell of expectations for the nights that would follow. Smell of departures and travel, sometimes with regrets.
Smell of friendship and dawn, the smell of beer and smoke.
odor odor removed in a dip in cold water, the last dive for the day.
Smell of walking barefoot and dinner and hot shower.

I want to go and find that beach. I want you to come with me.