We all have a ghost, or more, tucked under the pillows of our chest. A dark romance which dissipated and took the shape of dust and choked us with remorse. A runaway bride in the shadows of the night. The flaming face of jealousy. The rotten nerve of scandal. L’innocence perdue. They awaken at Christmas, in a whirlwind of sensations and emotions, like a hurricane that reverberates through the heart and the mind in one base root note and vibration: “If we do not have peace then we have forgotten we belong to each other“.