Going for a walk wasn’t my idea. Remi had coaxed me into it. The wind was whipping on the hills above Les Baux but there was sun to soak and vistas to gaze on. The act of opening to look out untangled all of the crossed-wires that had bundled up in my nerve box and short-cut hopped the haze of too much thinking.
We took to the paths…
…bent into details…
…and let the dogs run free.
No noise, no encumberments. Best to roll my arms in the air and toss my head back…
…to let it all evaporate into the air or cobweb the trees but get it gone good.
And it did. I came back breathing soft and slow.
Wishing you all a change of scenery as well as just a simply wonderful weekend ahead…
Debra, what a different dog he is in the country!! Perhaps we will just have to make the move… 🙂
Bisous!
Ooh, you must be back from Burma! And I have missed hearing all about it…!!!!
Will look forward to happy mail…
Gros, gros bisous,
H
Thank you Amelia. Yes, this is often a hard time of the year for me with the lack of light. That plus life stresses (yes, we still do have those in Provence! 😉 made for a rough week but that walk really did work wonders.
xo
We returned today, Karen. And feel so lucky that it is so close…
And so proud too! sigh. I am crazy for our new pupper.
Tracy, I think I might start a seperate blog for just that…
A run? Oh Helen, you make me feel like such a schlub! Good for you!!!!
Doesn't he just? I thought he looked so majestic. And we were SO proud of him for how he was offleash–only in the country of course!
Merci ma belle…
I am so behind on everyone's blogs, Barbara Lilian! So sorry to have missed your walk…will pop over soon! 🙂