As we drove from one antique dealers place to another, our van brimmed with laughter, stories, and stuff gathered along the way. And then—just like that—an iris field appeared, or perhaps it found us. We gasped, turned the van around without a second thought, and jumped out.
I believe in serendipity. In being open to the unexpected. In hoping for the possible, and when it appears—no matter how fleeting—to embrace it fully. That iris field wasn’t on the map, but it was an unexpected destination.
The perfume of the irises was intoxicating. There we stood, in the middle of a violet-blue sea, with Sainte-Victoire rising in the background like a silent guardian of the moment. It felt like a stage set just for us.
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