Terrace and Observation Deck at the Moulin de Blute Fin, Montmarte

The view is not obstructed by the trees in the terrace;
their bare branches accent the soft horizon where azure meets cerulean.
Without the rhythmic swaying of limbs, the breeze would feel much colder, I'm sure of it.
And without the nip of the air, your side would not feel as warm.
It is a wonder to hear the song of the rustling branches.

There is love in the soft bite of Spring air.