Pebbles4

It’s the end of July. The sun is low, the sky hangs in a warm peach tone over the school. Lanterns dance in the wind in the yard, voices blend with the music. The graduation ball at the Montessori...

It is a quiet evening, the girls are at friends' for a sleepover and we are enjoying the rare hours alone together. I open the bottle of Teint de Neige - a hint of powdery sweetness rises, gentle, like freshly dusted skin, like a distant...