I find myself needing to escape these dark times we live in. My instinct to withdraw from the present grows stronger; to retreat to a place lost in time where the world appears innocent and beautiful. If I could just close my eyes and find myself walking down the Promenade des Anglais, feeling the salty wind dance around me, hearing the sea birds overhead and seeing the joy on a little boy’s face as his father launches his brand new kite. I’d smile at the elegant women sitting under the white linen parasols and listen to the café chatter and the clinking of spoons stirring ice cubes and grenadine. An elderly man passes by with his walking stick and pauses to bow his head, wishing me a good day as our eyes meet. It’s a pure and peaceful place where time stands still, far away from the terror and tragedy. I hope the souls that we’ve lost wake up in this perfect place…
These are dark times for the human race. I’m hoping we will find the light again soon.
