{"id":140,"date":"2014-03-18T07:45:17","date_gmt":"2014-03-18T06:45:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/skro.hellabeth.com\/?p=140"},"modified":"2014-03-18T07:45:17","modified_gmt":"2014-03-18T06:45:17","slug":"brouillard","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/skro.hellabeth.com\/?p=140","title":{"rendered":"Brouillard"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ce matin (\u00e0 une heure beaucoup trop matinale pour le bon chr\u00e9tien), je suis sorti prendre mon train dans un brouillard \u00e0 couper au couteau.<\/p>\n

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J’entretiens un sentiment assez tendre envers ce temps, qui d\u00e9pose un voile de myst\u00e8re sur le monde.
\nJ’aime le r\u00e9veil des champs au petit matin emplis de brume, j’aime voir ses \u00e9charpes s’accrocher aux arbres et aux buissons.<\/p>\n

Et surtout, j’aime la ville, la nuit, dans le brouillard. J’aime cette ambiance presque hors du temps, cette aura de myst\u00e8re qui enveloppe le moindre coin de rue, le moindre lampadaire, j’aime deviner ces formes floues et imaginer…<\/p>\n

Et ce sont aussi des souvenirs, ces promenades sur les quais de Seine \u00e0 l’automne, ces soir\u00e9es pass\u00e9es \u00e0 refaire le monde autour d’une bi\u00e8re, et \u00e0 trouver le monde en sortant au diapason de son esprit, ou tout simplement, ces moments tellement photog\u00e9niques que l’on peut capter du coin de l’\u0153il au d\u00e9tour d’une rue…<\/p>\n

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\napr\u00e8s tout, le brouillard arrive m\u00eame \u00e0 sublimer les immeubles de bureau…<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ce matin (\u00e0 une heure beaucoup trop matinale pour le bon chr\u00e9tien), je suis sorti prendre mon train dans un brouillard \u00e0 couper au couteau.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","activitypub_content_warning":"","activitypub_content_visibility":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-140","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-non-classe","entry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4QCwI-2g","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/skro.hellabeth.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/skro.hellabeth.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/skro.hellabeth.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/skro.hellabeth.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/skro.hellabeth.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=140"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/skro.hellabeth.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":141,"href":"https:\/\/skro.hellabeth.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140\/revisions\/141"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/skro.hellabeth.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=140"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/skro.hellabeth.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=140"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/skro.hellabeth.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=140"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}