Presents under the tree- fire blazing

Coffees strong aroma released with all the smells of pine and wood and this wet Christmas morning in paris...

Silence fills the large room and I wonder how long is long enough to silence.... 

And in this silence, one must disern the energy infront of it when glittering packages spark disappointment and joy whose flames are like that of the crackling wood, they are but a moment and they fly up in the ether and return again and again.... 

Love fills my heart and I dance top the shower