The car windows are down, inviting nature to come inside.
My hair wildly dances in the wind every which way, tangling with the scent of pine, thyme, and hints of rosemary.
Like guardians of the road to Cassis, the parasol pines gracefully sway, or are they waving to us?
The sun pours golden flames, giving ample reason for the cicadas to sing their summer symphony with gusto.
We head to the sea without hesitation, immersing ourselves in its delicious embrace.
Simple pleasure amidst divine creation, abundant thanksgiving.
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