you’re back from paris.
for the fourth time this week.
it has been a P-E-P-E-P-E-P-E week.
when you got back today, the first thing you did was empty your pockets. your parisian pockets. and then hide all evidence of paris into your drawer. paris is nice. it is lovely. but it is tiring. and all you want right is is evreux. that will be e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e for the next two weeks. it is your one-on-one time with evreux with no parisian interruptions.
after that, maybe you’ll be ready for paris again. but most definitely not now.
the second thing you did when you got back was to go for a walk. not a walk to work. not a walk to the train station. not a walk to the grocery store. not a walk to return books. just a walk with no end goal to enjoy the town you love so much.
there are lots of yellows. there are lots of greens.
but it’s not what you’re looking for.
but it also isn’t what you’re looking for as well.
and that still isn’t what you’re looking for.
that is what you’re looking for.
this is the wrong purple.
but you are not 100% sure since it’s not in full bloom.
the flower you can only smell once a year.
the scent that can take you back in time to a weekend in brittany spent with your favorites.
right now, the only thing you have is a drawing a friend made in your notebook just for you.
but you want the real thing.
and if not, you’re sure you’ll be able to find some lilacs elsewhere in evreux in april.
the color of goldfish crackers. brought from a friend from texas.
this color takes you back to third grade friendships and lunchboxes and snack times.
and you feel only slightly sorry for the french children who don’t get to grow up without these. slightly because the frenchies get lots of other good stuff in their childhood meals.