Our bikes race up and down the gentle hills of Provence. Everything has a distinct texture, the colors are vibrant, and the perfume in the air is intoxicating. And every twisting road we turn down has countless rows of purple and blue lavender. The heat of the Mediterranean sun presses against our backs as we pedal back to the village of Sault. I'll never forget the fields of France.
When was the last time you were truly relaxed? You were without a care, no expectations, and free from electronic devices? Maybe you were hiking, gardening, or reading a book with a cup of coffee. When do you get to feel like you? We have a lot to be grateful for.
The first time I hiked up Storm King Mountain, the sky looked like it had been brushed with gold, and the Hudson shimmered below like a quiet ribbon of light. I remember sitting on the warm rock, legs tired and heart full, watching the layers of green fade into soft blue ridges, each one more hushed than the last. The air smelled like hayfields and maple, and for a minute, the world felt perfectly still.
Do you have a place that always makes you pause and breathe a little deeper?
