On the way to Christmas...

At the roads and cafes, American jazz and the strike of guitars keep filling me in with every ounce of the pumpkin spiced coffee I drink off the mug, flea market pedlars with colorful goodies are wanton with their words and gestures wooing passersby to their magical goods at sale; colorful orchids, tulips and daisies everywhere tell you romance is high in the air as the extra bit of chill casts a longing in one to snuggle under a warm, protective sheath...and as the sun sets, the reassuring lights on the christmas trees peeping out of all windows, come back to life, as more christmas trees and gifts make way to many more families. Children and adults give away merry cries and cheerfully drink their milk and chocolate cookies. The garage shutters are then raised and young and old industriously work on their christmas decor or packing gifts for friends and kins. The barbeque grills work their way steadily on turkeys and loins as neighbors knock at the door to share a bottle of their pinot noir or scotch, in the interludes. In short, life suddenly feels like a dream.