I have spent my last few evenings walking by the river near my house at sunset. The weather has been glorious these past few days. The days are getting longer and the sun warmer. Summer is coming early this year… I took Charlotte’s top down yesterday (which I almost never do) and the drive in the vineyard, made golden by the sunset, was heavenly…
I found this poem from Arthur Rimbaud. I found it to be very appropriate…
Through evenings blue with summer, pricked by wheat,
I’ll roam the roads and crush the grass I tread,
Will dream and feel its coolness underfoot,
Will let the breezes bathe my naked head.
I will not speak, I will not think a thing,
Yet infinite love will rise up into me.
Far, far I will wander like a vagabond
In Nature like a woman’s company.