“It’s a tough life,” he said, lying in the March sun under the pencil-sharp trees, cypress lining the valley, the long stretches of green feeling so good, a great silence on the mountains. It’s so tranquille here, a worry-less moment. I am in a passionate fatigue from many intense moments of being. Some of these images stick to my mind like photographs captured in the moonlight, like the night before in the pool under a million stars. Will I always remember the moments just the way they are now? The taste… the joy… you, me, and the sky? Room 106. Trembling, soft legs. The morning’s blinding sun, and the flying steam above the thermal pool. One snapshot of happiness as I open my eyes.