Shades of a fire...
Whether it was transfer from a Pennsic-thing moved during today's flurry of straightening, or a lingering smoke-sprite cleverly hidden in my hair, or a simple trick of memory and moonlight, tonight was seasoned by the smell of woodsmoke and starlight and dew. Pungent, bringing pleasant memories, though with an undercurrent of both longing and expectation, a sensory song of peace to sing me off to bed, there to dream of Wars past and present and pending.