In a short time, realizing that it was a lost cause, I packed up my gear and settled back to the enormous pleasure of simply watching my friends frolick in the fresh water, doing somersaults and a 1000 dives, shouting with joy. And ultimately, I think that this moment was even more beautiful than if I had caught a fish.
When we got home Philippe unpacked his cello. Never a day without playing the cello! (Like me, never a day without doing a drawing.) He installed himself comfortably in the garden and began playing Johann-Sebastien Bach. It was a moment filled with magic. I have never heard anything more beautiful. The sound of that instrument and the talent of the musician had the power to bring your heart to your lips and humidity to your eyes.
Even Zoe, our little dog who usually zips around at 200 mph was in tune with the music. I’ll let you see this little video, it’s worth a 1000 words and afterwards I’ll get back to you.
It that great or what? If I’m telling you this little story today, it’s because it’s winter, it’s cold outside and I’m yearning for the heat of summer, for the buzzing of bees in the lavender; the long days when one thinks only of sharing love, of enfolding your friends in your arms and hugging them tightly.
