June has a certain smell, but I guess all months do. It's less apparent in the city of course, after his final exams he wants to go south to the ocean and the flowers and the sand. "Just the two of us" he says but I have a feeling we won't be alone for long.
My father took me to Antibes one summer, I remember it in
much the same way it is now but the colors are different, tinted in
subdued shades of yellow and brown: him, dashing in light linen suits in
the crowds along the boardwalks, ethereal and free.
walked behind him he would turn around and look at me with his invisible
smile, I was always the only one who saw it. Mother called him
heartless so many times that I almost started to think it was true. When
he died I was no longer afraid of the bad things that could happen
because everything already had.