A moment of pure poetry: I pick up a rocking chair in the street and bring it back by metro.
In the car, I take out my knitting, my AmOOOour novel and I scroll through the stitches to the rhythm of the metro, in the sweetness of the words, the chair by my side.
Suddenly, a middle-aged woman sits straight on my chair and while rocking, she quotes me Camus Those who create live 2 lives. But, you, you read, knit and now you listen to me. It's been 3 lives!!! I am a specialist in rocking chairs, since I was very small, I rock myself. Oh, I've arrived. Good day ! »