Thank You
May the ocean winds carry these words to you

I am sitting in the sand. I listen to the incessant symphony of the waves. Not a sailboat on the horizon, nothing. Just the ocean, infinite, majestic, powerful. Above me, a laughing gull lets itself be carried by the wind and drifts on the right while taking altitude. It looks so free and happy.
Precious moment.
I think of you. You, my readers, so present, so kind, so faithful, and for many of you for many years. As I take some good time away from home, after more than a year of stress and partial deprivation of freedom due to the pandemic, I want to say thank you.
I want to say thank you because, despite the fact that I often repeat that I write for myself first, a writer is not much without his readers. And when I see that my words touch you, it is the most beautiful reward you can offer me.
This is not the first time that I show my gratitude, I often do it in Scribe’s newsletter that allows me to be even closer to you. The publication would of course be nothing without the talented writers who give it life every day. But if all this is possible, it is also thanks to you, my readers, who believe in me all this time and support me every day by your readings, your claps, and your kind and encouraging responses. Not to mention the warm conversations we have by email which bring me a lot in this adventure.
Today, this new thank you has a special flavor. Simply because I have more time and space to write it to you, and because you may feel the air of the ocean carrying its words to your eyes while reading this story. Thinking about it makes me feel better, so I try to put it into words.
I took a new book with me to read while listening to the song of the ocean. La lettre volée et autres enquêtes, by Edgar Allan Poe. A small book that gathers three tales of the famous American poet and novelist: La lettre volée, Manuscrit trouvé dans une bouteille, et La Chute de la maison Usher.
The book’s small format is perfect for my oceanic reading. Designed to be shipped, “Les Plis” from L’Orma Publishing are small-format hardcover books covered in a dust jacket that doubles as a sleek black envelope. So maybe after reading these tales of Poe, I’ll mail the book to someone I care about.
I look away from my pages and down at the sand around me. I hadn’t felt it tickle my skin for two years. I feel the sun browning the skin on my face. It feels good to just feel. Every minute of this moment counts. Just as each of your readings, each of you behind those readings, counts.
Thank you.





