Friday, March 26, 2010

Roman Skies

What is it about spring that makes her long to wander through European streets, through cobblestone alleys with little cafes that are tucked in between book shops and walled cemeteries? Where skies above are so blue that they seem unreal? Where bridges can lead not just across a river, but to an adventure awaiting on the other side?

There's no wandering through European streets in her future, so she must resign herself to blue skies over New England, to rough paths through the forest, to tiny cemeteries hidden amongst birch trees and maples, to adventure found by crossing a ford through the stream out back.

Maybe she'll buy a baguette tomorrow.

1 comment:

  1. I haven't seen much blue sky here in Europe for months.
    Your New England paths sound very appealing to me.
    If you do come my way--we can go find some adventures, okay.