© Gérard

© Gérard

Rose

mercredi 30 novembre 2022 08:05

A cold misty morning. Capdenac remained stubboruly invisible. Not even a light could be see through the gloom. As the day dawned, the colours appeared. The green of the moss, the outhine of the trees with the few ! Remaining leaves, the drops of dew ! Could hear the morning trafic, the cawing of crows and the cries of children on their way to school. It felt like a capsule outside time space containing the energy and memory of all the thoughts of the people who had gone before me. Thank you to Gerard for getting up in the cold and dark to come with me and thank you for this opportunity. Merci et bonne continuation.