firenze
1 December 1998

I sense today in my memory... buildings washed in the colors of butter and apricots, and though gray clouds linger overhead, my Firenze is lit with sun. I smell renaissance genius, taste strawberry gelato, and feel the rough stones of Piazza della Signoria under my feet. The faintest of violins winds a melancholy song through the narrow streets on which I walk, soaking up this city's unyielding charm.