April in Paris
Spring welcomed us,
hand in hand
Two sweet blossoms,
perfumed air.
Putting
a skip in our step
this is April in Paris:
Three girls
laughing
shoes in hand
running down the street
barefoot.
Going home after work
Light jacket
Two baguettes tucked under arm
dinner awaits.
Two blocks from our apartment
a cobbled street
no cars allowed
Wisteria grows from one side of the street to the other.
A scented paradise.
April in Paris:
"I never knew the charm of spring
I never met it face to face
I never knew my heart could sing
I never missed a warm embrace
Till April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
April in Paris, this is a feeling
That no one can ever reprise
I never knew the charm of spring
I never met it face to face
I never knew my heart could sing
I never missed a warm embrace
Till April in Paris
Whom can I run to
What have you done to my heart."
Overnight we head out tomorrow.
Chelsea and Sacha came for dinner, asparagus tarts, strawberries, cucumbers, raspberries, vegetable terrine, salad, carrot ginger soup and Irish shortbread cookies with Irish cream liquor.
Stories flowed, one after another:
Sacha's girlfriend came back from South Africa, Chelsea had been in Berlin for work, Sacha hiked Mount Ventoux and took a photo of sunbathing in the snow for an art project. Yann had a friend of Carrie's, who practices Chinese medicine work on his back...
Silence was not at hand.
Birds seemed to chirp non stop indoors.
I wish I could hold this moment in a time capsule, then hide with it under the wisteria that grows around the corner, listening as the seasons unfold one after another all eternity.
I suppose that is the same as planting the seeds of such in ones heart.
