
Sometimes dreams really do come true.
Washing up dinner dishes at the kitchen sink, I look out the window towards closing shops and a few people walking lazily through the narrow cobblestone streets below. An easy Avignon breeze brushes up against me. It carries a hint of music, pleasant aromas of evening cooking, muted sounds of laughter and dishes being cleared. And for a moment, I almost feel like this is my kitchen, my country, my life, and I think: what a good life this is.
I turn and see Les is pointing his camera my direction. He asks me to just stand there. And what I would normally hate – being asked to pose and have my picture taken – I do. Because, he saw it too. The light? The moment? The dream.
Sometimes whole dreams are lived in just one moment.
Of all these memories, it’s difficult to pick a favorite, but I think this is mine. The setting, the photo, and the lack of resistance represents true serenity. What a wonderful journey and unexpected blessings we have had. Thank you for sharing, old friend.