Sometimes it feels as though all the best light falls on Italy. I have written about the powers of Italian light before.
On this December afternoon the sun drizzled down on the piazza in Siena like filaments of spun gold. I don’t remember noticing how beautiful the light was when I was a kid because I was probably too busy being in the light. Feeling the sun on my face. As an adult, the challenge is the balance… to notice the beauty and to continue to BE in the light.
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