From flower to flower
I usually run on my way back from the Calanque, jumping from one rock to another, in search of strenght, sweat and balance. Yesterday, I took time to do what I needed most : walk at a slow pace (for once) and look at the flowers
I walk from flower to flower. I am not a bee so I have to lay on the ground, go down on my knee, bend my whole body, to get closer. As I go down, I feel I go deeper into comprehending the landscape. Looking at flowers while touching the warm rocks makes me wish I could stay there forever, connected to nature and happily self-conscious.