Falling asleep early evening after two glasses of Chardonnay, she raised her head to look west, grabbed a camera, rushed to the higher plain to overview the sky above the river, then cut down to the chateau by the back lanes but was too late to catch the magic. There by the Chapel, several groups of people, obviously met in friendship, sharing relaxation and pleasure by the light and fire of a glorious setting sun. Bird song trilled, smoke-laden smells of verdure filled the air between the stone walled maisons. Spring arrives. She feels released from her prison. She wants it to last! She has missed so much in her hibernation and recent illness, akin to being in a nunnery cell. She has missed friendship and nature.
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