Excusez-moi Monsieur, what are you waiting for?
You sat there, pensive, lost in your thoughts of a mysterious life, a forgotten world where traces of past lives lingered. Private memories now buried in darkness~echoes of ghostly joys, sorrows and love.
J told me, “from time to time, from place to place, men have been waiting..”
I am waiting for a sign, that life is more than just waiting.
away from mundane grievances and trivial tears, where I can be whoever I want to be. When alone, I’m in my real element. I sob, I sing, I soar… I reach deep within my soul.
L´automne, ma saison préféré..and Autumn in Lyon is breathtakingly beautiful.
I long to go to the park again, to lie down in the roseraie and bask in the warmth of the sunshine, to row the boat to the middle of the lake while listening to your dreams and desires, to take long walks in Vieux Lyon et la Croix Rousse, take-out lunch à la Place Antonin Poncet and sit on the grass where I will desperately attempt to finish my quiche, to spend a whole afternoon in Black Lion where one’s lips kissed the most delicious cup of café, to devour once again the chocolate cake that almost brought tears to my eyes one lovely night at Les Enfants Terribles à la rue Mercière.
Life’s simple pleasures.
I felt the rain on my face. I grinned. Cos this is as good as it gets.
My hands are freezing. Thank you for holding and keeping them warm.
Breathe, and life is worth living.
We are all waiting.