We trot along the narrow cobblestone streets still wet from last night's rain. A group of little children are kneeling around a puddle. As we pass by we see tiny colored paper boats floating on the clear water. The children are sailors, the puddle the sea.
We reach a bend on the road and stop for a moment to decide which way to go. Left, right, does it matter? We turn the horses and continue bearing South. Conversation is loud, some of us are singing, others sample the cheese, while others just lay back on the soft plump pillows and watch the clouds.
It's like Nature knew we would come down this way and She had prepared a special welcome. Hundreds of butterflies sit atop the wildflowers, bees are busy tasting the "Honey Open Bar", the song of birds so perfect and beautiful make us be silent for a long stretch. We are seizing the moment...
We pass by creeks and meadows, the fields aglow with the midday sunshine. We stop and let the horses rest for a while.
Someone is gathering daisies to make a chain
and soon every queen is wearing a crown
The food is gone, naps are taken on the soft grass. The light is fading and we prepare to leave.
Back we go through the golden fields and meadows and creeks. Stars shine timidly on the light indigo sky.
Someone begins to play a violin. It's a haunting sad tune that fills us with a strange longing. Even the horses slow their pace. Can they feel this too?
We arrive at our small town. The streets are deserted, the children have gone, the tiny colored paper boats sit atop the puddle, now dry. Nobody speaks. On we go filled with a wonderful and incredible peace. We have seized the day!
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