A pointing finger of lightning fires down from the sky, and the aroma of drizzles penetrate into the candle-and-lavendar-aromatherapy ambience, scattering new moods to sway with the jazz numbers. The flames dance a waltz according to the pattern of breeze occurences, and the tangerine-brown pomeranian lazes with its opal eyes gradually closing into the relaxation of a nightfall as such. Impeccable. Substitution, void of possibility.

A voyage of mild happiness lights the wick of our souls, just as this very night showers us remembrances of subtle joy. A wavering quiet descends around us like a mother protecting her child.

Safe in this crazy world, you keep me.