This is how the new year has begun for me.

One of these days, I caught the morning sun and took the ticket from Paris to the zone 5 of Île-de-France. It was a freezing morning and silence poured serenity around me and over the fields on the top of a hill where Jambville village seemed to be on the top of the world.

It is the top of the world, because I can’t stop returning over there again and again, when I am longing for silence, for beauty, for space and for peace

in my soul.

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