10.40 pm. The night is already all over the hills. Twilight. With my glass of Rosé, music on in my mind. I remember La Montagne Sainte-Victoire of Paul Cézanne. The intensity of the picture. Green. Yellow. Orange. Nuances. Give yourself the time to watch. Density. Loneliness. Strength. Luminosity in the South of France is amazing. Broad feelings. The subtleties of heart. "Can I be ? Was I there ? It felt so crystal in the air" Silence. Take a deep breath.
(Thanks to A.C.R for the song)