Thursday, June 9 Wind coming from first one direction then another high up. Soft but definite. Yellow and black butterfly bobbing down the trail about eye level. Friday Six something in late afternoon. I'm drinking Elephant's Assam Thé, Parfum de Poire, in the sideyard, trying to attract a Siamese cat with black diamonds set into blue, stained-glass eyes. Wind ruffling the hairs on my arms and cheeks. Saturday, June 11 Eating at the "truck-stop" next door where lunch is communal. Four to a table at Guilly Glas (Green Side) Restaurant. Man in dark blue sweater, silver hair (looks like he was once blond). He knows I'm attracted to him and not the others. Lunch: a tranché de jambon avec un cornichon. A fish, un sardine en pâté, crisscross puff pastry. Then medium rare perfect steak with pommes frites and bread, red wine and mineral water and chocolate mousse. All for 45 francs. Sunday evening at 8:33 a sea gull crossing the river. Color of the river is a glassy olive. Windborn. How to write on the wind. -->Return to Beginning