It’s the middle of February. The nights are getting shorter. I leave work just about in daylight but it’s dark by the time I get home.
So I close my eyes and imagine the warmth of the sun on my face. The golden light of evenings in the village square. The chatter of village life as I sit and watch the world go by. The regularity of the church bells. First ring at 7am, last at 10pm.
I can imagine the sparkle of sunshine on the water as we walk along the riverside in Abilly.
The luxurious peace and quiet broken by the occasional splosh in the water as a fish rises to the surface.
The unbroken blueness of the sky and the creamy crumbliness of the buildings.
Spring is not far away now……….
Bon weekend !!