Sunday Chess

The strike of a match, a swirl of smoke. A chair by the morning fire. Sixty-four squares, eyes on mine. Infinity of possibility. Hands hover over the pawn. A queen-in-waiting sets her pace. Move gently in this lonely place. Top: Clove Leaf Oil, Incense Smoke Mid: Pastry Accord, Vanilla, Patchouli, Charcoal Accord, Guaiac Wood Base: Cedar Leaf Oil, Birch Tar, Cedarwood Oil Virginia, Cashmeran, Resins, Amber