Thursday, June 18, 2015
Regardless, in my mind I revisited Paris in the spring, remembering the food I ate, the trip on the Seine, losing my traveling companion at Notre Dame and nearly losing my mind hunting for her, the palace at Versailles, the Champs Elysees at night (called the street of diamonds and rubies because of the strings of car head- and taillights), and so much, much more.
Back home again, I took down laundry from the line (dry in minutes), refilled the hummers' feeders, watered wilting plants, stepped over dog and cats stretched out where they might catch a breeze, and wiped perspiration from my brow. It had been nice to take a small vacation for a little while. It was a good day.