I took a coffee break in my house on Saturday morning resting on the couch with Sammie the cat. Fans blowing. Morning sounds drifting in through open windows. Sounds of bird calls, lids hitting trash cans, children playing in the plastic kitchen in the courtyard while loudly narrating in short Italian sentences. Ones I could understand with my rusty Italian from when I was an exchange student in Piedmont more than thirty-five years ago.
Beautiful, Tiffany! I happened to read this while taking a Diet-Rootbeer-break. Hadn't had any in years and suddenly had an urge to drink some. xoxo