All summer the leaves of the tall Eucalyptus have been caressed by the ocean, the melancholy of autumn begins to emerge as the children’s laughter fades...
A narrow trail carved through the thick Mediterranean shrub… loud crickets on a summer afternoon… the green suddenly ends… and a thousand shades of white and blue explode...
There are nights when it’s just wiser to spare the wine in the glass… put a coaster on it, let it dream… and reap even more fruits the next day… Sometimes it’s best to take things slowly…
She holds her gown up as she stomps the juicy ripe grapes… the must tickles as it slides between her toes… her laughter and pungent sweet aromas of the crushed fruit fill the air…
Hands made strong by years of physical labor in the countryside, fingers that could crush a walnut shell like a berry; if I know him well enough, he is laughing loud and buying a round for the angels…
Four friends on a sailboat… a steady wind will steer them from the coast of Spain to the Pillars of Hercules… but only their courage as a team will push them beyond their comfort zone and into the unknown…
