The blue and grey of the day slowly darkens,
To excentuate the mountains,
That hold us in their gentle embrace.
Inside it is cosy-warm.
The dancing flames of the fire mesmorise.
Dinner's aroma is filling the room with invitation.
Liberated from my workday shoes,
My feet are enveloped in soft sheepskin.
I recline into my familiar lounge chair,
Watch the bath-clean children quietly play at my feet.
Their damp hair dishevelled, the just recognisable smell of toilet soap.
I pick up my guitar, pick out a new tune and hum to myself.
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