too young, yeah, you're too young

a ten o'clock dinner, candlelight dancing madly across the giant bamboo and the north walls of our house.

in the meantime, the wine glasses from the night before are slowly dripping dry in the kitchen. voices arguing about art and knowledge flow down the stairs in a heated but kindly manner, flavoured, no doubt, by a green bag of hazlenut chocolates. in my left hand is a spoon, my right a bowl of green flavoured jello.

soft sounds of traffic in the background and flickers of light as yet another emergency service vehicle roars past.

slight curves and glinting teeth seem to sum up the first truly cold day of this winter.