Just for a moment, wind distracts the light,
Reminding it to comb through fleecy clouds.
Afterwards, it brushes through the air,
Shining alike on distant mountains, close-by shutters,
Rolling around the poppies, blushing and freckled,
At last, kissing high lavender towards sweetness.
Windows of thought 
So poetic! lovely sentiments. I am glad to see your mood was poetic during your trip.