Reine des neiges.

"These separate moments of being were embedded in many more moments of non-being. I have already forgotten what Leonard and I talked about at lunch; and at tea; althought it was a good day the goodness was embedded in a kind of nondescript cotton wool".
Virginia Woolf - Moments of being

Le charme d'un souvenir.

Un petit rêve meringué.

Pink, dreamy, soft.

La solitude des choses.

Et tout d'un coup je ressentais dans l'air cette odeur de mon enfance: des fleurs de camomille.

Solitary, delicate, strong, quite sad.