June

It is difficult to pick out when you find you can have everything or everyone you want to.
That is buried in a hill at Hampstead Heath Park.
When the funeral was over it came running toward me with a ball in its mouth and tried to drag my coat on the grass. It was white.
I stopped crying and start laughing

On my way back, someone passed by me. He had the same perfume.
I smiled and moved on.