On wrought iron fence posts, roses. From nowhere, humidity. In windows, air conditioners. Stretched over bellies, rash guards. On little brown feet, starts of tan lines. On strawberry plants, pale pink. On noses, sunscreen.…
We’re taking off for little spell. Maybe you’re just landing?We’re leaving in late May to spend the month of June in the tiny Breton home of my godparents in France. While we’re on our adventure, we’re hoping…