Outside the first snow was falling and the wind was caressing the leaves of the pine trees. Inside the chalet of a good red wine mingled with the notes of a beautiful jazz music. You and I hugging on an old sofa and around us the smell of a crackling fireplace, the white smoke of a precious incense and the warm scent of pine resin.
The north wind blew over the shore, the roar of the waves dissolved in mist on fields mixing the tops of wild myrtle bushes and strawberry trees. The night faded and daybreak blunted the gleam of constellations.