I love you in French.
Mornings with lavender scent.
If I close my eyes I can feel the smell of lavender as if I were there … I miss the long summer days that we had in Provence, I miss the warmth, I miss the endless fields with crops of all kinds, I miss the rides on narrow roads through villages with houses made of stone, I miss purple, I miss the sun caressing my cheeks, I miss being barefoot in the grass, I miss leisure, I miss rosé wine and vine fields … I miss it all.
Music is my escape.
Such a big miracle in such a little girl.