Day 55 #isolationcreation ⠀ ⠀ When France’s confinement began I remember thinking, “I wish I could just sleep through this and wake up when it’s over.” It’s always the harder path to walk through one step at a time rather than skip to the end unscathed. It was not easy to wake up in the same bell jar each day. I haven’t left the apartment building since I can’t remember when but I realized today that it was May. In May the poppies bleed from the earth, perhaps my favorite of all the Provençal vistas. Eloise and I took a little walk to see the poppies across the Calavon river that runs through our village on a little dirt road leading outside of town. ⠀ ⠀ I remembered being a child in Texas and watching the Wizard of Oz. Dorthy come upon a field of poppies and wants to fall asleep... I, just like Dorothy, needed to get up walk and through to the end of this journey.