“Sauver quelque chose du temps où l’on ne sera plus jamais.”
First weekend in a while where work was not part of the plan.
Freedom and not pressure at all, letting the words to fill my mind, time passing around but everything feels retained while reading occurs.
That magical feeling of being merged with an author’s story. Floating through spaces that were never mine, acquiring property by the simple fact of being there for a few minutes. Merging roles. Raising up those sleepy memories.