Erotica!

Festive reading:  as rich as any Christmas pudding.

Weber p3:  "In that moment, I understand:  The swifts are an element of the air, but they are also an element of happiness.  The swifts are the children of the air's love of itself.  And for the first time, I suspect that we do not properly understand this love when we limit it to an emotion only felt when, for example, we try to keep a desirable person in our life.  On that summer evening I have the impression that love is nothing more or less than pure aliveness in flesh and blood, with a beating heart and outspread wings.  Indeed, that every moment in which we encounter life and its desires with affection, this love unfurls, just as those young birds unfurled their oversized wings into freedom and aliveness."

Sublime writing, more delicious than any festive food.