Today I visited an old tavern
What a beautifully crafted place
An open, inviting space made purely of wood
With the glass bottles shining rays across the room
While I wander the first floor around the bar
The air is thick but sweet
The smell of old books and lumber
Coupled with the dust kicked up by my exploration
I stood still for a moment
Hearing the muffled words of conversations preserved in time
Faint music from the 20’s
Clanking of bottles against glasses
Glugs of whiskey escaping its cage
A whiff of cigar smoke too
I snap a photo of the bar
Hoping the atmosphere was captured
