End of February ... a small detail among the big things that occur ... however sometimes we think more of the details and not the essence ... Saturday afternoon, quiet and tender like the beginning of an important day ... While I was thinking of going out for a while, I preferred my own company, which is ultimately the best!

All the noises of the day have abated and dusk is incredibly pretty, spring-like and sweet. I have the luxury of observing everything, now that the mind has calmed down and can think again of anything that makes it feel rested.

Then, everything is forgotten and seems distant ... memories awaken and nostalgia becomes colours ... I remember other times such days with loved ones who are gone ... laughter, staying up late, joys ...

Everything seems like yesterday and I don't feel I have grown up ... and yet I don't miss them now ... I just think of them, I long for them, I love them. I have accepted their "absence" perfectly and I am sure it's best for them. I have lit a candle and I send love with its flame, I try to see their eyes separately so the light enters their soul directly. I send them my love, that hasn't ended or been altered by time. Somewhere, sometimes, I have the certainty of reciprocation ... other times they seem distant ...