MEDICI GARDENS
Golden evening light is flooding the green hills of Tuscany, while the sun is slowly sinking into the Ligurian Sea there, in the West. Goldish sunset will soon change into lavender dusk, full of smells of the earth heated by the summer sun, flowers and grasses. Turquoise and azure of the sea and the sky will soon turn into indigo, into dark-blue velvet spangled with diamond stars. But golden fingers of the sun rays are still playing on the jets of the old fountains like on crystal strings, they are playing a never-ending gentle melody, full of joys and sorrows, playing for more than a century... Faint are rustling of the leaves and whispers of the past in the ancient Medici Gardens.
A girl is walking along the gravel paths. She is cloaked in silk like in dusk which is clinging to her body, echoing its lines. She is surrounded by dark cypresses and oleanders in blossom, which, like dignified guards, protect the grandeur of the place, its refined tranquillity. She looks at the sky full of splendour of the evening, contemplates the old building of the villa, listens to incredible stories that each stone can tell. She is a tourist who, respecting the elegance of this place, has donned her most exquisite attire to please the spirits of the Gardens. Or she is a model going to a famous photographer for a luxurious photo session. She also may be a duchess who has returned through the abyss of time to her domain... Gentle breeze blows and the thin fabrics of her attire start trembling along with the rose petals in the Gardens. The Eternal Feminine perceives the flux of time and beauty of space, breathes and moves in unison with the mysterious rhythms of flow of life. She is changeable as evening light, forever young and beautiful like flowers that bloom again and again in the Medici Gardens.