Frenchy, I'm faking

It's summer here in Melbourne. Valentine's Day.

Jess has gone off to work, wearing the new clothes we picked out for her yesterday. Cameron and I are sleeping in.

There's lavender growing in the front yard. Succulents growing in the back. We bought some native Australian grasses yesterday to plant along the side of the house. And everywhere, it's sunny. Summer. "I can't even tell you how happy I am to see you," I tell Jess after dinner last night. So I don't. I just put my arms around her shoulders and squeeze as hard as I can.

*Listening to The Salteens.