Borodina

Room breakfast with strawberry jam, diluted orange juice and a brioche somewhere in Normandy in early fall. A quiet, sunny morning spent alone and in harmony with yourself and the world. The smell of fabric softener from your bed linen reminds you of another morning, another hotel room, where you were not alone but still lonely. It was a long time ago. Now you can smile about it. And you do, because: You got the love.