Bonjour décembre

[Hello December]

December is made for kissing in the mist, warm nights of magic rush and cold pink dawn, foreseen epiphanies, and perhaps, most importantly, mulled wine.

A short welcome to this new month, because – believe me or not – some things are better left unsaid.

Yes, at times, silence is golden.
So are the blurred roads – barely lit by street poles – that will lead us to Cornish lands for one night of endless lingering.

What will you enjoy in silence?


  1. Silence can be a little terrifying, no? But I have a stack of books as tall as my hip to keep me company. Maybe with some Mariage Freres Noel tea.

    And I do like running for the metro at 5.55am, jumping puddles, no-one around to observe…

    Bonnes fetes!

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