Kolibri

It was full of magic, a living room covered with big sheets, behind which the angels built the Christmas tree, my eldest sister said she once met them by accident and she personally tells me not to peek in so many times because then they always have to become invisible and until then they can't move and they have a lot to do, and it's just our house anyway ... I didn't even wonder anymore.

The first time I could see the Christmas tree in all its splendor, with its glittering ornaments, its slender shape that always reached the ceiling. In this the angels knew no grace, knowing exactly what we longed for was quite special.

Because the family was big, it was also an insanely tiring part where everyone had to adjust and where the noise was constant for days. Joy and touch.

Then suddenly came the end of the year where it was as if a (waiting) county-sized scissors had cut it all off, and New Year's Eve, the new year, and the seed of passing had moved into me.

This year is also over, I already know I can’t cling to it anymore. Let’s finish where we started. Come and close everything we’ve been through together, one last big roar in this never-ending misty field where everything matters and nothing makes sense.

We love you, I promise we will respectfully say goodbye to the name if we go to something, to that.