sometimes, when the sun shines just so,
like it was this afternoon when i was riding the bus home,
i realize how lovely it all is.

everything.

and the days are getting longer
and the florence air gets that little tinge
of foreignness,
of italianness.

i remember how i felt when i got
off the plane,
that first breath taken in on the tarmac

and it all seems okay.
it all seems right.
i feel so lucky to live in
italy

sometimes,

when the sun shines just so.