This mor­­ning I guar­­ded the city, the city that hosts me, the city I now call home. In such tumul­­tuous times it felt impor­­tant to do so, to look after my envi­ron­ment, to care for those that I know and those I’ll never know. As I per­cei­ved the golden rays on the reflec­­tion of La Defense and the sil­­houet­­tes of the chim­neys’ smoke, the wind lifted and all the wind­mills of the garden acti­­va­­ted. Birds were not afraid of me. I had become part of the land­s­cape, we were one.
As the light kept on increa­­sing, the gar­­dens of Saint-Ouen revea­­led them­­sel­­ves to me, we became one. I guar­­ded the city this mor­ning, and in return it guar­­ded me. I was able to feel a deep connec­­tion and gain pers­­pec­­tive on myself. My sil­­houette disap­pea­red, fading into the land­scape, and this me became one.

Thank you for faci­­li­­ta­­ting this space and giving the oppor­­tu­­nity to live a poetic moment in such hectic times.