Counting the hours

Soon, soon, I'll be back in the womb of my studio and home with cat furr and a garden to weed and a million things to take care of. For now, there is April in Paris. I haven't been sleeping much. Waking early, going to Piscine Pointoise at 7am and them walking back to my atelier with wet hair and my digital camera. The light, the gardens, the stillness of the morning have been some of the most exquisite moments ever.