Waft of a BBQ drifts across camp
The unmistakable smoke of burning fat
The blue, white and orange merge of the sunset sky
The evening is upon us, the sun drifting lower - to die
Warmth has returned, summer recommenced
The showers of yesterday, distant and spent
Relaxing with a glass of rose, comfy in a chair
Staring at the horizon - blissful - without a care.
Note on this piece: this year in southern France, having 'survived' the storm of the night before, I sat contented just relaxing and staring across the rolling fields and taking in all the elements around me.
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