French la Vie

Once again, Provence wraps its arms around me.

We gather—some new, some familiar—each step a shared delight, each glance out a window is a painting.

I think often of how rare and beautiful it is to experience life this way. Not everyone can, and yet here we are, meeting in this corner of the world, where we are giving so much.

Today, like all days lately, glows gently. I carry it carefully—for those who cannot.