Doom and gloom chased from the sky as clouds are burnt by radiant beams of golden light. Ships bark in the distant wharf as you kick your boots off and shake your coat free of feeble fir needles. Let out your exasperated cries of a days worth of woes and cast all worries to the sea where they’re meant to be. Although this candle burns hot- you’ll welcome a familiar cool wave of relief often accompanied by a swig of chilled gin.
