There was a strange wind blowing in from the west. It was warm and indicative of some cosmic shift in the universe. The golden light was dropping and we were leaving Tuscany for my next opera house in Umbria. We had come to love being there, in the apartment over the farm house. There was just one bedroom, but the six of us fit just fine. Though something was changing, we were not going to let the night escape us. We put on white dresses and pants and went out into the olive orchards, to capture the magic before it moved on with the wind.