Flickering candlelight, summer nights breeze, the city vibrates with rhythmic sounds.

An old record player echoes in the backround, smoke rises from your mouth.

Burgundy shaded wine in a bottle between us, fills the air with scents of matured grapes and earthy tones of oak. Lipstick stains on my glass, same colour as the wine, droplets of moisture on yours.

And the conversation flows, like an intoxicating velvety drink and everything feels so familiar and easy, as if we are exactly where we were supposed to be.

05/03/2016