Adieu Peat Briquette - Ephemera

Eco fuels at home are warmly cherished, obligation calls and duly heeded, in the past a smokeless coal, allied to peat briquette the norm, a less than ideal medley I’d agree, I have this last briquette in camera folder, on the day it was eventually disposed of, an ahh moment if there ever was one, Yet I cling to reminiscence round a warm hearth, with my sister Jay’s wondrous glowing orb, how she giggled so infectiously at will, as intense vivid red flames leaped, deep down inside we knew this couldn’t last, a rubicon of sorts had now been crossed, one final soiled clump of history, that would resonate deep into late life mists, our family clustered gaping in amazement, at momentary flight of era toss on film, an eternally preserved instant fetish, some poignant flashback a capsule