April in Paris – Carrot/Lentil Soup
A glorious Tuesday in April, kissed by Parisian sunshine and brushed with that rare, tender warmth that makes the soul exhale. Today, I chose to lay down the heavy cloak of worry—if only for a while—and wrapped myself instead in simple pleasures. I stirred together a velvety soup of carrots and lentils, golden and fragrant, as if the sun itself had melted into my kitchen. Then came dessert: a scoop of Armagnac ice cream, laced with raisins steeped in memory and mischief.
Yes, they say I’ve been deported. Imagine that. But I refuse to let this unwelcome fact colonize my thoughts. Not today. Life is far too fleeting, too delicious, too strange and lovely to be wasted on despair. I have soup to savor. Ice cream to melt on my tongue. Paris to breathe in. And as long as I can taste, touch, and feel all this wonder, I remain—undefeated.