Autumn of gold

It is my first autumn in Provence since I bought a house here. Each day, I venture out on the same mountain path and see the subtle changes in the landscape: the color of the grass, the density of the foliage, the position of the sun or the moon in the sky, like a compass for each week that goes by. It is through repetition that one notices the differences. Daylight is getting shorter but the temperature is warm. Traces of the dry summer are still holding on to the stone walls until the next Mistral winds blow them away as winter arrives. The light renders every corner beautifully with depth, nuance, and warmth, awakening the senses and filling the heart with gratitude.