Where the Light Gets In

By DHThomas

Back from Paris

silhouetted trees
in the village's small park
a bleak winter day

I ate with Cyrille then came back home. The simple fact of taking train and métro for just over an hour tires me out these days.

Earlier, a coffee with Jean-Pierre at the Café des Sports.

A good talk with my dad on the phone in the evening. I don't think we'd ever had that long a talk on the phone...

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