le 14 novembre

The day after the attacks in Paris I took a long walk in the country side. In the rolling green hills, past skeleton-gray trees coated in vibrant lime-green moss, I was escaping. Running from a fretful night spent contacting friends, reassuring family, and falling asleep in front of a glaring screen and unnerving announcements of the rising death toll on the radio. It was more … Continue reading le 14 novembre