Returns.

March 8, Saint-Ismier.

I went home.
I went home to the south and found everything different, and loved it, found the pebbles on the beach, smooth and round and comfortingly heavy, the mimosa flowering, covering the hills bright and spreading the soft fuzziness of their scent, the olive trees and orange trees, I found the school smells of my childhood in the old bookstore, the friends of another age old and same, I went home and I'm bound to go again.