Inn on the road
Rain on the glass, stew going cold, and no reason to leave
A low-beamed village inn where the fire has burned down to good coals and a dog sleeps on the hearth rug. On the nearest table a pewter tankard, a bowl of stew, a pipe and an open journal wait for whoever sat down. Outside the leaded window the street is dark and streaming with rain.
Indoors, Countryside, Dusk, Rain, Cosy, Safe, Resting, Company, Warm light, Candlelit
In this room
- A journal: what you write stays in the room, and only the people you choose can read it.
- A sound of its own — rain, a fire, a radio station to leave playing.
- A clock that keeps your time.
- A window with the real weather where you are.
- A note for the day, where you will see it.
- Frames for your own photographs.
- An assistant that knows the room and what you keep in it.
- A shelf for your files.
- A lamp that turns the room from light to dark.
- Rain runs down the glass.
- Steam rises from a cup.
- A flame flickers.
- The lamps give a soft glow.
- After dark the same room has a night of its own, with its own light.