Traffic

Three months of hermitage made me forget the pace of society. I left behind my Belmonts, a fact every cell in my body knew when I was at the café from two days ago, the morning after the storm. My body was sore, my mind in a fog. I was nervous about my French, but resolved to do my best. I read aloud the name: Génoise et Thé. Again: Génoise et Thé.