HOO4 SMOKE LEATHER

You found a cabin deep in a snowing forest, 
dark green and white.
 
A lit fireplace, leather bar chairs,
a mounted deer head on the oak walls.
It’s a fine house built of skin, tobacco, liquor, leather and fire,
yet as if the snow had washed every scent clean and white.
 
A gray peaceful scent.
The fire smelled of a soothing scent.
The ice ball in the glass remains unmelt.
White ashes fall.