Provence light planning

There's nothing quite like  hatching a plan in the late afternoon light on a September Friday en Provence. The sun pulled me to the garden where I lay with concentrated imagination. With a hot tea, a faded neon swim cap, a leather pencil case, a polka dot bathing suit, a refusal for compromise and the wind behind me I planned the first step of my journey (the one I've long dreamed of, soon to be my truth). I've been given the space to see the cinema screen before me, the unfolding white pages beyond the realms of regulation. Here, in this light I have the courage.