I am back in Arles. Or at least partially. Part of my heart is still in the northern Luberon, beating slowly all while my ears are pricked to the street noise below. It is that same wagging tail as when we had a picnic in the graced shade of Notre Dame des Anges our first full day out. Pulling myself to relax, to listen while my pulse thumped. Back and forth, back and forth. Half in the moment, half out.
Luckily wisdom won. Or something older than wisdom, if that exists. For I did stop thinking, thinking although it took some time. So the past ten days are a bit of a blur for me really. But I was clicking, clicking non-stop. The better to see you with my dear. I am looking forward to sharing it, just as soon as my feet touch earth.
I hope that you will pardon the hiiighly sentimental tone of my voice but it will give you a clear as a cow bell tone for the dreamy world I was in.
And lest you (or I) forget, thank you for being here...