The driver stepped down from the seat of the carriage and began talking to an older gentleman who was delegating jobs without hesitation. I imagined that he would talk for a little while, so I climbed out of the carriage to enjoy the time that I could have to stand. I glanced around for a minute, just taking in the layout of the farm as well as a place to smoke. I pulled my pipe from my pocket and began wiping the outside to wipe away the lint from the pipe. I walked and packed my pipe to smoke and all the while taking in the sights of the country. I placed my tobacco back into my pocket and lit my pipe. I walked and puffed for a little time until I had walked to the other side of the house. I stood there taking in the breeze and the wisps of pipe smoke that wafted into my range of smell.
