PROVENCE

Lavender fields panited by Cezanne.. Dancing in the soft breeze.. The sun, old books and grateful olive trees.. 
Days go by sweet, gentle and dreamy.. A thousand crickets at night.. Filling the air.. With sound of chi-chi-chi..
In the middle of the glorious Vineyard.. Lost deep in the pleasant perfumed air.. Hold me in embrace.. Gently running your fingers through my hair..