December 31, Saint-Ismier.
A friend for life came by in a whisper but long enough to go visit another, immutable, incisive, impertinent and inquisitive, a friend since high school too, he the teacher, we not yet quite on our way into the world. Bernard now retired; he's never ceased to be a friend.
We watched DVDs of live music and the kids fell asleep on the couch long before we stopped watching.
We went walking above the village with his mare, and Dylan and Nicolas went bare-back riding on Lady and I went sliding in the snow.
We bought pizza on the street from a guy who looked like Santa and we ate it on the train.
We arrived on Wednesday and left on Thursday.
The year is almost over and the smell of the horse after she rolled in the snow stays with me, and the flashing joy of friendship too I want to keep.
2 comments:
It was nice to follow you around the U.S. with Kelly Miller during the summer. Now you are doing a good job of taking us on a winter tour of France. May you and your family have a wonderful 2011.
Thank you and the best year to you too! (and "see" you on the road again soon.)
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