It was in April. It was still a bit cold, sometimes. But there was this pale sun that warmed us timidly behind the kitchen window. There’ve been walks facing the wind, short breath and watery eye. And then, there’ve been a few magnificent days, like a delightful truce. You, by the pool, blue eyes and flowery dress. Your bare feet swallowed by the immensity of the cold sea. Sleep that comes and goes and rocked us like a luzzu on the calm waves of the Mediterranean sea. Crumbs at the corner of the mouth that soften the endless wait. Laughter ; yours, mine and then his. At last there’ve been sunshine.