Traveling in Europe makes us feel lucky. And we notice. What luck, we exclaim.
That we are here. That we get to be here.
That, there are these things.
All of these things, and all around us.
Everywhere.
To see, and to feel. To experience.
The air in Venice, the night in Rome.
The way the light reflects off the Mediterranean and bounces onto the walls of Saint Tropez.
Where all the famous guys took their brushes.
Meanwhile,
Back here, it rains in Richmond.
And I tell myself,
Remember.
And think,
The rain that rinses my windshield and the air that smells like sunlight.
Blessings, fortune, and the sheer luck
of knowing ( and feeling)
our lives
No comments:
Post a Comment