{"id":107,"date":"2023-10-24T11:25:56","date_gmt":"2023-10-24T15:25:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/?p=107"},"modified":"2023-10-24T13:07:18","modified_gmt":"2023-10-24T17:07:18","slug":"entre-la-cayenne-et-le-miel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/?p=107","title":{"rendered":"Entre la Cayenne et le miel\u2026"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"612\" height=\"454\" src=\"https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/Capture-decran-le-2023-10-24-a-11.25.20.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-108\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/Capture-decran-le-2023-10-24-a-11.25.20.png 612w, https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/Capture-decran-le-2023-10-24-a-11.25.20-300x223.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 612px) 100vw, 612px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Entre le vert et le blanc. Loup et moi avons march\u00e9 si loin que tout a chang\u00e9. Le lin est devenu laine, les sandales devenues des bottes et nos pas sont joyeusement croustillants. Je vois nos respirations devenir d\u2019\u00e9ph\u00e9m\u00e8res nuages et tout ce qui \u00e9tait souple est maintenant cassant\u2026Les changements de saisons sont des trous de ver qui nous transportent ailleurs. Je connais le sentier mais je red\u00e9couvre\u00a0le myst\u00e8re et je guette les nuances. La chaleur a quitt\u00e9 la piste pour se r\u00e9fugier sous la peau. Mains froides et c\u0153ur chaud, entre la Cayenne et le miel. Tous les miracles sont possibles, demain je marcherai peut-\u00eatre sur un lac\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Entre le vert et le blanc. Loup et moi avons march\u00e9 si loin que tout a chang\u00e9. Le lin est devenu laine, les sandales devenues des bottes et nos pas sont joyeusement croustillants. Je vois nos respirations devenir d\u2019\u00e9ph\u00e9m\u00e8res nuages et tout ce qui \u00e9tait souple est maintenant cassant\u2026Les changements de saisons sont des trous de ver qui nous transportent ailleurs. Je connais le sentier mais je red\u00e9couvre\u00a0le myst\u00e8re et je guette les nuances. La chaleur a quitt\u00e9 la piste pour se r\u00e9fugier sous la peau. Mains froides et c\u0153ur chaud, entre la Cayenne et le miel. Tous les miracles sont possibles, demain je marcherai peut-\u00eatre sur un lac\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-107","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-pensees"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=107"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":115,"href":"https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107\/revisions\/115"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=107"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=107"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robertcyr.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=107"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}