Christmas tree

The flowers were sleeping for a while and then disappeared. No one did it and the memory of its presence became oversight. No one talked about it and the walls, which they were decorated with the life´s light in the last months, were finally cover with funeral black.

To anyone that could have been the end. If nobody wanted to do an effort and draw a thin color line, nothing else was supposed to be discussed.

However, one day someone (whom no one asked who was) bought a flowerpot. A week after another person delivered a pine cone, someone put both things together and then the first Christmas ornament. A second one and third one appeared later. After a while, the Christmas tree was completely decorated even when that festive period was still far away.

To anyone that could be rubbish, seedy and without sense, but it was their tree, the reason why white became white again, always with shades, with some stormy days and other radiant days, because the wind changed the weather as quickly as no one was able to control. After all, they were living inside their home. And the flowers... were still sleeping somewhere else.