the canal in winter
the smell of bonfire hung thickly in the air like old velvet curtains. it was a cold night, like when you leave the freezer door open. the yellow diaphanous glow that flooded from windows was my only illumination, lighting the path ahead of a walk i know so well. people sitting atop their boats did not notice me. they smoked and played instruments and the aroma of piped tobacco filled my nostrils and comforted my senses.