The wind never stops here. Trees bend slowly in the afternoon. Grape vines twist in the dark air past our balcony in the middle of the night, sprawling in any direction they can. They rustle in that wind, more than a breeze, less than a howl. Nothing stands still, constantly shifting from one foot to the other, trash whipping up in a flourish and drifting off to the next street, a gentle hand pushing everything forwards.
I can't wait! You make everything sound like the next piece in the puzzle.
Once again you have taken me somewhere. You let me smell the rain. I love these simple moments that just are truth in your moment.
The wind here seems to be constantly blowing also. I have a lot of wind chimes. They provide constantly changing music to my day.
Now I’ll be thinking of you as the wind blows. Be well my friend.
Add some limoncello and a sea-view, and you are describing our village! :) Ciao
Love the images.
Are you guys still overseas?