In bed with my book last night, I thought Sam was running on the hard wood floors upstairs, but then I smelled it...the rain. It wasn't raining yet, but the Chatette was bathed in this greeny-golden color through the windows. It's a color that sometimes means packs of rainbows are on their way.
No rainbows and no more than a few sprinkles of rain drops last night, but an amazingly different kind of light. I grabbed the camera...no shoes, in my pjs, curler in my hair...who is that mad woman wandering around on the road in Cadrieu? (I did eventually go in for shoes.)
Everything felt different and magical...the changing sky, the highlights of the sun, formations in the clouds, the shadow of the Chateau, the traintracks, barn, land, lavoir, wagon, and even the inside of the Chatette upon my return. I wanted to hug, kiss and caress the barn. If I had, she would have sighed melodically, and whispered sweet everythings in my ear.
I instead, tried to join the light and caress her with my camera.
By almost dark, I was back inside. I hung out the window. I wrote a little. I went back to bed and finished my book. There were magical surprises waiting for me in my camera this morning. More about that tomorrow!
Happy Friday and Happy Weekend!
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