Sunday, April 29, 2012

I woke this morning in a strange bed gazing out the window at a Nantucket scene. I wanted to rush down the sandy path lined with sea grass and flowers and jump into the Atlantic.

Then I remembered: I was at a friend and former colleagues house in the heart of Switzerland.

And the window was really a painting. On another wall was a French painting of reminding me of Argelès Port. Between the three it was like the old television This is Your Life... with three places close to my heart in one place.


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