𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗬𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗖𝗶𝘁𝘆… 🕯️🌇
As the rain falls gently in New York City,
The warmth of the fire and the soft glow of the candle
Bring us peace on this winter night.
We breathe in the fragrance of the French candle 𝘗𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘻, the favorite of kings and queens of France.
Its floral and powdery notes filling our senses.
It transports us to Versailles, the streets of Paris,
Where we can almost hear the soft murmur of the Seine.
Drifting through memories of past travels.
We are transported to the cozy bistros and charming cafés,
Where we have sipped on warm coffee and savored rich 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.
But as we sit here in Myline’s Central Park’s apartment,
The French candle burning bright,
We remind ourselves that home is where the heart is,
And we are grateful for this moment of peace and quiet before our kids invade our space.
So we sit and watch the flame flicker,
And for just a moment, we are back in France,
With the warmth of the candle and the memories of the glittering Eiffel Tower...