5 Ottobre 2010 | Firenze
The sun is setting on my final night in Firenze. I celebrate with sparkling wine and a vista of the city. I am proud of myself.
The bells of the Duomo sing six o’clock. It is a beautiful day.
The city stretches out beneath me, cradled by green hills. A breeze cools the setting sun, tickling the potted flowers on the terrace, and kissing my warm shoulders.
I never sit like this at home.
My fellow friends of the terrace luxuriate in the arrival of the evening.
We watch the shadows shift across the Duomo, and we drain our cups. For most, this is the first stop in the night. For me, this is why I’m here.