The Greeting

Here I am in the shade of the elder tree

The swallows circle and dive into the pool, higher up the bee-eaters making their usual rude noise... a gentle breeze breaks this heat and the shameless sun pierces the white clouds that chase each other on several levels, torn and imprecise...

I will miss this place.

I don't know when, but I'm getting ready to go home.

My little paradise counted for a lot, it was our refuge and our dream come true, but everything has an end.I am preparing myself, forcefully inhaling the smell of this meadow, imprinting the heat on my skin and filling myself with the delicate singing of birds, the rustling of leaves and the buzz of insects...

This light… this green… this sky…

They will be beautiful forever, inside me, inside our eyes, in memories, in dreams.

The wind seemed to listen to my farewell and a whirlwind of leaves rose up, caressed me and beat me on the face, as if to say that it knows that I have to go, but that it wasn't happy about it...

Thank you, magical place, for welcoming me over the last 20 years, for supporting our journey.

Everything has an end and I hope then a beginning for the dream of others.

This place is a starting point to find the essence of life and I hope that someone will pick up the baton and make this experience their own, the white house, the green, the yellow, the purple, the red and again the green and the blue... and the white and the yellow and the purple and again the green and the infinite and fragrant blue...

If you are ready for a new journey, look for me, I will be able to tell you what could change the meaning of your story...