Thinking of the warm sun,  the scent of lavender and fields of poppies.

Thinking of the warm sun, the scent of lavender and fields of poppies.

It’s cold it really is and in many places far colder than my chilly retreat in the mountains with snow on the mountains behind the village and the wind howling around the roof tops. With the whistle of the wind my mind wanders to the warm of the sun. I am not a...