Spring dreaming

As we begin planning our return to Provence, I'm still digesting the last trip, thinking of one evening driving south on the autoroute toward Aix at sunset. The sky was clear and changing color. Sometimes I have wondered where all the Provence colors come from besides lavandre, but there they were, every color we see in Provence, in different patterns through the horizon. As beautiful as any impressionist painting in a museum, but ever changing and disappearing, without duplication.