Onzain, France
April 18, 2000
Light streamed thru the window as if poured from an open faucet. Accompanying it was a cacophony of chirping birds, and a more distant rumbling of farm equipment plying and pruning our extensive terrain.
After a long day yesterday, we were happy to sleep in, and to let the sun gently coax us from our bed. Outside, it brighten…
