A smell which means everything

When I smell the odor of pine and fire especially after rain, I remember a lot of things but only one place: Aix island. I used to spend my Christmas vacation on this island with my parenrs, my sisters, my grand uncle and grandaunt and some friends. We lived in the summer camp of our friend, closed and empty for Christmas.

The smell of pine and fire is memories of the New Year. When adults opened oysters and children play and run in the dining hall with bikes or something we can drive.

I also remember walk in the park of the summer camp, with my sister, my dad, my grand uncle and my friend, walking to the laundry room, telling to my mom and the other women “We are going to do laundry!” and we didn’t. We were in the laundry rom to play French billiards during hours.

Written in September 2010, the 10th

Picture Credits : Me