it tastes like cinnamon and mango
spicy and sweet

the piano rolls like wheels over cobblestones
the saxophone smiles, slow and mellow
the percussion lazily tsh-tsh-tsh's its way to the edges of my room

i imagine my desk lamp as a fireplace
my stool as a weathered armchair
my coffee as some hot chocolate

for a moment
my apartment is a cabin in the woods
and christmas is not that far away