Up the mountain
Mountain path above Laval St. Roman, South France.
On one of my last days in France I took a hike up the mountainside right above our house. It was a very quiet and fair evening. There were no sounds but the tireless cicadas singing in the brush. Since there was no wind at all, the warm air of the day still hung between the low pine trees. It was thick with the smell of wild herbs: mint, thyme, savory, and the resin of the pine trees. Looking at these pictures I still have that smell in my nose, and can feel the soft, dry, mountain air against my face.