Getting older…

I love this fast moving way of life. I love my job. Stress, mobility, encounters, travel, deadlines… it makes a big part of my clock tick. I guess I am just not made for the slow lane.  The pedal to the metal, and then relax with family, friends and loved ones. From time to time though, I need to break away and recharge in a lonely, god forgotten place. The sea. The green woods of Normandy. Avalon. The incredible light of southern France. Wine, time and books. Not connected for a couple of days.

Good as new. But I notice that my time between charging up batteries  has decreased. A lot J. So if that is the ideal excuse for more break-aways, where do I sign?

Magnolia

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