This year, we are spending the holidays festivities in the countryside. Instead of the expected snow, see exhibit A…
… the glorious sun is warmly embracing the green grass in blue skies, as demonstrated in Exhibit B :
Forget about the rant on climate change : this question is astutely addressed on experts ‘websites. Forget about the 15°C Mediterranean sea in which Christmas swimmers are canoodling currently in the French Riviera. Forget about the 17°C in the south of France. Just devour this green and beware of March… Winter is coming.
Walking in the countryside has its perks : fresh air, red cheeks, dirty muddy shoes and a conscious stream of wacky thoughts. People tend to reflect on the past year come new year. I don’t. I am thinking about the foie gras, the caviar and the champagne. But I must admit frolicking in the greens give me happy thoughts. What about truffles?
Obviously, I am not going to lie here like an open book and confide in you my most intimate thoughts, the détails croustillants (or crunchy details), but this stay at the countryside changed me. I stopped watching TV series. I stopped exercising, except for the occasional 2 hours walks. I plot winning the next board games : I am social loser and a glorious winner. I play Risk, Scrabble and Monopoly these days, more than I do during the whole entire year. Despite this altered lifestyle, I must confess I am very excited about the upcoming Season 3 of Sherlock Holmes, yeah, and am still not zen enough to deal with cool incoming text messages from unknown numbers.
Blurry friends… This is the state I am in after a few days of zoning out. Nothing says countryside more than chilling out by the fireside.
Happy New Year!