Nature is a metaphor

In Geneva I’m surrounded by nature, but in Argelès there are no fields and I have to walk to water instead of having it on my doorstep. Still looking out the window this morning, I was struck by the shadow of the vines crawling up Froed’s house across the way. One branch was dead, but its shadow lived on bravely in the sunshine, a memoriam of sorts.As I sipped my tea out of my cow bowl, I realised that in a way it is a metaphor for life, so many shades during a day. Sunshine causes shadows, grey days obliterate them