French Husband and I went back to Lacoste. Back to the house we rented for the French Muse Experience. We stayed there, hardly moved. Stopped only for groceries, wine, poppy fields and the brocante. As most of the above is within five minutes away we weren't gone for long. Instead we sat on the terrace, listened to the multitude of birdsong, saw a fawn run across the distance orchard, stayed outside until the last ray of sunlight illuminated the carousel pine tree golden red.
Then we waited for the stars. Smiled at our peace of mind. Embraced the holy moment that speaks without words and comes when we are still enough to let it echo within.
A long weekend, a needed retreat.
Deeply under the blankets, covered with tenderness we slept and reconnected to who we are.
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