Nabelneid

Icy morning in the kitchen. The coffeepot takes its sweet personal time. On Radio France Internationale the speaker: 8 heures à Paris, 7 heures en Temps Universel. I always get a kick out of him. 7 o'clock, that's what the small watch hanging in the dried laurel says. Temps Universel, that's here, that's me and my yellow pointed slippers, we breathe small clouds in universal time, amidst galaxies and last years empty bottles! You wouldn't guess it but we are part of the whole! Merci! Merci!