Comfort

I must be honest I do love comfort Too many Sparta-spent-days wearied me I slept in woods with my head laid on log, I didn't notice rain went & rain didn't notice me. To feed the fire just before the dawn, when humid air permeates bone's brain; to watch how water splashes from cauldron; to tease with smoked skin mosquito's herd; to curb with fume and curse... glitch, fly away; to go on hunts together with first ray for blueberry ...