It’s one of those hazy Roman September mornings: the kind that isn’t so hot that you feel like your only option is to remain indoors, fixed permanently in your bed or under your shower. Still, it is the kind that makes you a bit lazy about getting up or even bothering with finding mental clarity.
Rome, on these kinds of days, becomes a centrifugal blend of noises: the distinct songs of cicadas, the cobblestone scraping of straw brooms, the random knock of a hammer, the friendly greetings of neighbours, the midday ring of the church bells and the frustrated blares of traffic. It’s that kind of morning.
Leaves stand still, birds have gone incognito, laundry dries on clotheslines, and there isn’t a soul in sight–even if voices can be heard in between the sadness of moving sirens.
I’ve woken–sort of–to this kind of day: depleted of energy and bogged down in thoughts.
Go through the routine: meditate, stretch (on bed, too tired to stand), effectively putz around room and find: necessary papers, missing perfume bottle, a collection of hairpins, and worn out fortunes from the local Japanese/Chinese restaurant that has yet to reopen since the start of summer and is “Chiuso per Ferie,” feel pleased that the room has been swept, books have been stacked, and mind has woken just a bit more.
I take a look at my computer: glance at Facebook, post something personal and then professional; think about email and decide to avoid it for now; visit school/work blog and then personal, and find myself at this moment of…
Thank you to my new followers for taking a chance on supporting my blog. Thank you to my old followers for your continued support. Thank you to my visitors for acknowledging my presence.
All of you have made this hazy day much less hazy–
You let me know that I continue to take the right steps on my path.
Until Next Time,
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