I was sitting in the shade of a gnarly old magnolia tree in the courtyard of the nearby coffee shop which was inside an old white farmhouse built in the early twentieth century. The temperature had dropped a few degrees below the normal Florida summer Dante’s Inferno level when a bank of clouds moved in and a breeze picked up. I was scanning a page of sloppily penciled words in a bright orange notebook I purchased at an office supply store in Aix-en-Provence years ago. On the back cover, the store’s name was embossed in small metallic gold letters above the hope-filled trademark “Ecrire le monde, savourer la vie” which means “Write the world, savor life.”
Love this Del!