@dora keogh.toronto
I was sitting right in front of the fire place staring at the dancing flames and listening to the sound of the burning logs. I felt my face getting as hot and reddish as the flame. I didn't need anything to mull over but my own existence.. as a biological being still alive, as a philosophical entity still thinking with some level of sophistication, and as an emotional animal still feeling & believing in the ridiculously high state of energy of being fallen in love with something or somebody.. :p
Tony was busy in preparing supper.
I loved the round small table which covered with a sheet of shiny brass. Cool.., classy and even romantic.
Dorah Keogh was my most beloved pub in town.