I’m in a low mood as stated before, but I still appreciate beauty passing before my eyes. I live in Cannes, France, sometimes a really boring conference town, with a famous festival, then I take a moment and look out my kitchen window into the courtyard, see the trees, bushes, the green, and clouds as they pass before me, wonder if my problems are real or just fiction. I think we lose sight of life when we fail to take moments of pause and reflection, when we ignore our homes and lives and consider what might have been. I live alone yet have a wonderful little dog, and like to look out into the courtyard at the trees.