I love falling asleep next to a fireplace. I haven’t done that in years. Outside it’s pitch black, save the faint glow of Portland in the distance, gently creating a silhouette of pine trees. Inside there’s a warm nightlight.


I love falling asleep next to a fireplace. I haven’t done that in years. Outside it’s pitch black, save the faint glow of Portland in the distance, gently creating a silhouette of pine trees. Inside there’s a warm nightlight.

