Fleeting eye contact,
A glance across the room,
Attention switched
Straight back to the laptop
The fire flickering,
No warmth at this distance
But the image tells me
That warmth is there
The door opens and
A chilly blast blows in,
People lean-in an inch
Closer to the fire
Low ceiling and warm colours,
Wooden floors and soft seats,
Create the soporific ambiance
For murmured conversations