14 Avenue Montilleul

The fireplace and its heat on my toes; my hands in a bowl of raw pastry crust; the spiral staircase leading to my room; the smell of baking cheese and potatoes; mugs of tea in the upstairs kitchen; sunlight filtered through my yellow drapes, coloring the air in my room like butter or gold; fast piano music; Michèle's radio in the morning; rain on the roof; family pictures, maps, dictionaries, books; the rich, lively colors of the walls and furniture; the green shutters and willow tree; raindrops on my bike seat; the echo of your fingers drumming on your desk; the warmth of my down comforter; the purple silhouette of the Pyrénées from my window; the drying of dishes; French words running like piano music from your lips