Le mois doux

In August, France settled down and I did the Roman. This year, the mild weather was timid, the heatwave dampened the enthusiasm of summer.

The Roman took a break from his creative pursuits to welcome the one that appeared in his life at the beginning of the year, in the cold of winter. One is good, two is better, but not always. When things aren't clicking, sometimes you have to let go. Which, unfortunately, was the case.

Nevertheless, gentle France offered its consolation prizes.