Françoise, summers and grenadine
Françoise is summer. Françoise, time spent.
A framework of life. A presence, constant, generous, comforting.
Françoise is the essence of things.
Françoise, summers in Sussargues, the cracking floor of the veranda, the parasol we kept moving to eat lunch under, the monstrous snoring on the sofa, and the flock of cousins stifling their laughter.
This house was home to
what is most real in this world.