The plane touched down in Toulouse early Sunday evening. Barely two hours of sleep during my twenty hour journey home meant that I was slightly delirious and definitely crabby.
Then I stepped outside.
The air was soft and warm and the overcast skies were splashed with pink from the setting sun.
Such a welcome change from the freezing temperatures and dark, threatening skies I'd left behind in Spokane.
Monday morning the clouds broke up and the brilliant blue skies of the Minervois welcomed me home.
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