Life, like wine, is best when shared. This is a message for Praeze who is dealing with the loss of her first love. I know not of this feeling, that dwells inside my breast. This bittersweet sensation that will not let me rest. It started with a smile you threw, one day when you passed by. I know a lot of girls but never have I felt like this. Never have I fantasized about a single kiss.

Tales from our castle on krokusvägen. The clock just tipped over into Monday morning here in Stockholm. Our Christmas tree, dressed in strands of mustard-yellow lights, stands a few feet away from me and I am drawn to look at it as I sit here. For a few moments, the house is silent.