A Scene

25 December 2015

Of fes­tiv­i­ties, relax­ation and unwind­ing.

Lazy days spent indulging in sweets, wine and cheese. A plat­ter of cher­ries sit­ting by the bed with a flick­er­ing whiff of a scent so elu­sive you fol­low up with a cou­ple more sniffs. Every­body is fes­tive, and joy fills the air. Night is so promi­nent and the only things audi­ble are the sounds of mus­cles relax­ing and the mind unwind­ing. There is noth­ing quite com­pa­ra­ble – this silence, the crack­ling of the fire, the cit­rus aro­ma that fills the room, cou­pled with the strong punch of red wine swirling against the cher­ry rem­nants.
This is how I spend my hol­i­day evenings, at least I’d like to think it’s that fan­cy. I pull out my tray of goods and binge watch Scan­dal. And the red wine? We all know where that sud­den crav­ing came from. Thanks, Olivia Pope.

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