It was one of these rare days where daily life seems unbearable
with its hectic pace and the feeling that you live for others
and miss being yourself. An imperative need for freedom and peace…
I took my car and went find a good friend who lives in the countryside …
So quiet, so beautiful!
I recharged the batteries of my mind, picking some late roses,
wild cyclamens , listening to the divine singing of migrants robins
and enjoying the company of an imperial cat answering
to the name of Javert!
wild cyclamens , listening to the divine singing of migrants robins
and enjoying the company of an imperial cat answering
to the name of Javert!
I suppose that its character has nothing to do with the
hero of Victor’s Hugo book but anyway….The archaic beauty
hero of Victor’s Hugo book but anyway….The archaic beauty
of the estate spoke straight to my heart and
I felt so much relieved, soothe and appeased …
The olive harvest needs some more time, chestnut trees are
shedding their fruits and leaves on the soil and nature is
preparing for its hibernation, an eternal journey following
the traces of which we call time…
shedding their fruits and leaves on the soil and nature is
preparing for its hibernation, an eternal journey following
the traces of which we call time…
Take a break and fend off the routine, it’s essential, isn’t it?
Nature painted my
evening with the colors of my feelings…
Thank you Georgia !
Thank you Javert!