Provence: I had a dream, which was not all a dream

It was the early afternoon, when my cousin Caroline took me for a walk up the hill. There was the sun, there was a faint scent of lavender upon the air, there was that abandoned village, and there was light breeze, blowing the stories of forgotten life. 

Suddenly impossible silence crept down over the hills. I was at the top and could see the lands about me, warm under the gentle September sun. I could stretched out my arms with a bird gesture of freedom and happiness.

 

 "I had a dream, which was not all a dream" - Lord Byron, Darkness