Category: Italy

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Here we are at that moment in time that we didn’t think would come.  The place we didn’t think would ever arrive has, and here we are.We are lucky, us, because we know what we want.

When I left you that day at the airport, when we parted for what felt like and feels like time without end, my body reacted in ways that I have become used to.  These feelings, low in the bottom of your stomach that prevents you from eating, from feeling hunger.  Your mind, clouded with thoughts, so pure, so real that they bring tears to your eyes.  Sitting on the plane, flying, cruising above the clouds, not a soul in sight, so quiet, so peaceful, so easy, my imagination ran wild — rampant with thoughts of you.

My body longs for yours.  My mind, in a complete state of what feels like hibernation, is anxious to have it’s muse back.

You, the muse of the my life.

Venice

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As the morning breaks, the sun rises in the east, moving slowly to the west, and we begin our travels.  The city is calling us, the city that lives when others lie dormant during this cold and unattractive time of year.  This city stays, an eternal will to survive, it will not give up.  Those that are here know something that others do not.  They know that here, now, this is the most difficult it will ever be.  The cold, the wind, the fog are all part of the struggle for survival here.  Our journey is taking us there, to see its side streets, its small alleys, its air of mystery, romance, intrigue — its ability to cause us to think things, thoughts that we shouldn’t, but can’t resist.  Each piece of the puzzle is hidden somewhere — each time I am there, in this city, I never quite know what I’m looking for. It alludes me.But this time, there is no telling what I will find.