Returning from grocery shopping the darkness was almost complete with a blustery cool wind blowing though my hair and carrying the scents of hearth and home. Memories of autumn in Canada. Despite the brisk weather, I was content and calm, even cheered by the autumn ambience. Once again one of @unclr photos helps me share that feeling.
Following supper, the wind picked up in strength, pressing at every window and door. Searching like a thief for a means of entry, while howling in frustration.
@unclr’s photo above comes closest to the view I saw as the clouds rolled in from the east over the hills of Cannes with the sun coming up behind them. It was like watching an army on the march, ready to spring into an attack, yet just keeps walking on by towards a battle front far away.
That same evening, after the clouds had marched away, the early evening was sunny and warm for this time of year. Normally by now in Cannes, it is more sweater weather with cool north winds and/or rain, but for these past couple of weeks has been like those indian summers I’d experienced often in Canada. Can you still call it indian summer when France doesn’t have any aboriginal people?
Today it’s still warm in Cannes, though partly cloudy. I’ve written before how I like turbulent weather. While walking Baka at lunch I looked longingly at the sky hoping it will rain sometime before the end of the day. Though I suspect I’m going to be denied that pleasure for a long while yet.
Written yesterday morning while walking Baka and looking up towards the old observation tower above Cannes. I didn’t think to get a photo with phone cam, however @unclr just so happened to have one taken in Norway that had a similar essence.
Everyone loves to cuddle something furry, warm, and gentle. For some of us it is our companion beside us, lover or pet, preferably not both one and the same.
