I’ve moved benches today in search of the sun. As I closed my eyes and let myself grow roots, I could feel the sun kissing my cheeks, filtering through my eyelids to turn the dark orange and fall-like. I’m not sure what this has to do with roots but it feels important, searching for the […]

I am constantly reminded of how close my little piece of nature is to the city. They overlap and intertwine, they are one and the same. It’s different than at home, at Wellesley or in Michigan. Here, there is always noise. Children playing and babies crying, the rumbling of city trucks and workers raking the […]

For my sit spot, I didn’t stray too far from comfortable territory. Le Pavillon Vendôme, a public park, is ten minutes away from Wellesley-in-Aix and five minutes away from my host family’s house. I chose the bench on the left side of the park. a wooden and metal contraption as opposed to its stone counterpart […]