When the rip roar of the Mistral wind has passed, leaving those in its trail as if waking up from a dream, it offers a gift, perhaps a “sorry for the disturbance” type of apology. The French have an expression “faire table rase” which translates as wiping the slate clean but also implies an opportunity to start over, a new beginning. If the pesky Mistral likes to shake things up, making couples fight and dogs bark, it also levels the playing field, pushing past the clouds to create a sky so open and light so pure that anything seems possible.
