Driving along the road back home I was greeted with a flock of sheep. Like a parade they came with their bells ringing, taking over the entire road leaving me little choice but to pull over and admire them.
Their master, a Shepard for over thirty years, told me he was bringing his sheep down (on foot like most French herders do between seasons of Autumn/Winter, Spring/Summer) from the French Alps, and that he would stay in the area until June 15th. Then when the heat of the Provence becomes to hot to bear he would lead his sheep back into the French Alps.
The winter sun warmed my back as the Shepard and I watched the sheep enjoy their constant meal. Where ever I was going took a back seat. It was if this moment was meant to be... meant as a reminder to enjoy the gift at hand.