Far from home, my dreams are underground, winter begins, some kiss, leaves on the ground, head spinning, heartache, heart beats, a pirouette, spinning and a slower waltz is what I like, a ballroom, a plateau of servants that do not speak, dolls lining the interior of the countryside manor, the bell at the front door, the lavish cars arriving, this snow globe, picture-perfect, aristocracy, elegance and allure, the snobbery, the British accents and attitude, Fyodor Dostoevsky, the Russian soul and how it is a dark place.