I didn’t bring a sweatshirt

Alix A.
1 min readJun 22, 2022
Photo: @aurianealx on Instagram

The wind blows strongly
in the branches of the tree that overhangs me.
From right
to left.
This time I prefer silence.

I like this place,
even if it’s in the city.
It smells a bit like my source garrigue, that of my grandparents. Dirt paths that slip a little
and stones.
Here, the sight of the sea.
It blurs at the edge of the earth.

I come here on foot.
It makes room again
in me.

The wind blows a little stronger
and crumbs of leaves come in my eyes I didn’t bring a sweatshirt.
I feel rather at my place
A pine cone threatens to fall on my head.

“Breathe”, you texted me. Now I’m a little cold. And hungry.
I’m heading back down the path under the pines.
The one of pancake day.

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Read the French original version on Instagram: @aurianealx

Alix A.

I write about feeling good in one's body and mind.