The days.

June 16, Washingtonville.

It hasn't rained yet today.
We left New Jersey and a lot of my friends behind. Kristine came back to visit on Sunday; we talked and laughed late into the night.
Days are back to the Mom routine, struggling with a difficult Dylan, watching Nicolas add new words every day and assert himself more every day, the rhythm of the shows, of the kids, the ebb of the news on the radio during the morning drive, a little of the world reaching me inside my Mom bubble, doubling my circus bubble, out here on the American road.
In France people are getting ready for the mass migration to les vacances, the sacrosanct month-long summer vacation, and they'll even find a way to go on complaining.
It's mostly sunny there.