When I opened my eyes, I watched as butterflies flew overhead, spreading their dotted wings of orange, brown, and black as they moved from red poppies to the yellow bushes of wildflowers, to hawthorns and jasmines, whose fragrance overpowered all the other fresh scents. Almond and wild pear trees were still and serene. The wheateaters, serins, and other birds were singing in a majestic orchestra.
