Do you know how there are moments when it all comes together? As if you had somehow slid into the best kind of dream?
Remi, Ben and I had such a moment and we pulled it like taffy to make it last.
We couldn't immediately find the Chapelle Saint Romain on the outskirts of Villecroze. We had to ask several locals in the village for directions beyond head scratching and wide-mouthed gapes.
In back-tracking, we realized that we had simply sprinted past, as always too much in a hurry to already be at the point of arrival.
I don't know what it was exactly. The chapel in itself, while lovely in its weather-worn simplicity was nothing truly exceptional.
It most likely was the olive grove, filled with trees far more ancient than those that we can find here in the Alpilles. So solid the trunks, twisted and split but rising up to bloom into a fan dance of gray leaves rustling in the breeze. I felt so safe amidst such living things that had stood the test of time.
Best then to lay back in the soft spring grass and search for animals in the clouds overhead.
To let the thistles whistle against our cheeks and tickle our noses.
We lingered, knowing that even if we returned a hundred times, never again would the sun be so warm nor the sky so helplessly blue. We all know that there is no such thing as perfection and searching for it is a fool's game. How lucky then, to be able to feel something so close, something just this side of wonderful.