We walked all over the island but there are still plenty of unexplored spots waiting.
We took in spectacular sights as we went and you were smiling. And I believe, delighted.
We paused on the edge of a calanque and looked down on a gull’s giant shadow run along the cliffs while the winter green of Alep pines glistened sharply in the sun.
We strolled around a tethered windmill who told me he yearned for the days when canvas stretched across his paddles and the wind caught them like sails. He sang then…
“Because work is good” you said softly.
We stood in shared silence looking for the birds whose songs rang and tweeted from nearby bushes or trees.
We discovered a hide by unexpected marshes and you pointed out waterfowl and birds quietly going about their day.
We spied cormorants drying their wings on the flat tops of parasol pines.
We ate in the shade of eucalyptus and plane trees edging the village square, watching white doves sweep the dirt in random flights and landings.
We walked soberly among the graves of islanders past and wondered about the missing generation buried far away from home somewhere along the Somme in the days of slaughter.
L’âge n’est que l’ombre des jours vécus à plein poumons, l’étrange habitude de chasser l’infini en comptant les pas perdus. Mais la vie se dessine parmi les aurores et les crépuscules, parmi les clairs de lune et les étoiles, dans les stries des rochers qui brillent et les eaux bleues qui chuchotent. Souviens toi.
Today then, feeling like I have known you forever, I applaud your life, your victories, your successes, your kindnesses, all the beauty and magic that has lit your path and will continue to do so, I am sure, since “every day is an adventure” as you say with a smile.
And we know that dreams do come true in serendipitous ways.
Happy Birthday my friend.