Category: Memories

Bonjour octobre

[Hello October] Some may wonder what the point is really, to say hello when it’s almost time for goodbyes. Well, let me tell you a story. Or more accurately the end of it. At times, beginnings don’t matter. We’ll start with the very last kiss that made our lips burn and the cab-meter go well […]

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Bonjour septembre

[Hello September] I’ve been falling asleep to bigger-than-life fairy-lights; of the skyscraper kind. I’ve been talking too loud. And I’ve French-kissed, at times with a reason, most of the time without. I’ve been waiting for autumn, and wool leggings, and earmuffs; and somehow, I’m sort of day-dreaming about the past few months and how the […]

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Le vent

This is the gif I told you about. Wind as a token of my love for colder days. Days made of rain pouring down the windows. And a roaring sky. Oh and the occasional lightning too, welcomed with more vowels than our alphabet offers. Yes, autumn is on its way, and really, I could not […]

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Dans le jardin

[In the garden #1] We picked radishes. A big fat handful of them. We cleaned them under running water and kept the leaves for a soup. We ate two strawberries straight from the plant. They still had a little dirt on them and tasted sweet like summer is. We coated courgette flowers in a light […]

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“Busy”, for ever and more

Trying to finish the book keeps me busy. But I have the feeling, someone – not to name anyone, Lukie – is going to keep me even busier. She/he’s the tiniest thing I’ve ever held in my arms and I can’t seem to get enough of her/him*. See you soon. x * don’t judge, it’s […]

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Une reinette

[A tree frog] At times, the tiniest things can make our day. Puces des sables [sand fleas] jumping from one castle to another. Clouds made of clay (at Anna-Sarah’s shop where I’m writing from almost daily). A frog found in the leaves of a framboisier. We placed it in a cup, released it by the […]

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Les vagues

[The waves] I drove along the coast on Sunday. It was raining. Of the fast windscreen wipers kind. And the wind would push waves on the road. I stopped. And my cheeks turned pink. And my glasses got covered in mist. On this little animated gif, they might not look big, but trust me, the […]

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