From dawn to dusk, I wander through the golden vineyards in awe with the grazing autumn lights in the Beaujolais wine region. At Fall, Earth and Sky light up in a formidable blaze of colours.
An angelus bell echoes in the distance, the breeze takes away the last leaves in the higher canopies, a wise buzzard flies away. And I’m here witnessing another Nature fantasy*, another magical moment in time. October is a poem for a colourful season that paints a few fabulous scenes.
I can tell that I Fall for Beaujolais…
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*Fantasy, fantasia: Unlike other classical musical compositions that follow strict rules, fantasias root into the freedom of improvisation.
