long autumn nights

so instead of rubbing half melted candle wax on my body...I've decided that i need this. The day after thanksgiving this year, i was outside drinking some whiskey in front of a little fire we had made. That whole night was magical as we looked up to the stars and talked about being young and things that we've been through since. i was wearing a red and black flannel that my grandfather had left in the old truck he gave to michael. the next morning it smelled perfect. A mix between burning logs whiskey and dirt. i wanted to bottle that smell, but now i will settle for this "smoke absolute". I ended up losing that flannel the next day when the doctor and i were on a canoe trip. it must have fallen out while i was paddling.