February Flowers

I picked up the girls from school the other day. We took a drive in the hills of our town; I was scouting out new running routes. The sun squatting, the light filled our lungs with soft colors and breath. The flowers called us and we pulled over to touch them, to pick some. These white flowers are sown everywhere in Provence in the month of January. They smell of honey - almost sickly if brought inside - and they are wild, maybe even weeds. The girls were beautiful there with the flowers in their hands.