An Italian time out

I'm posting this picture of a little Florentine porch in honor of Mary Ann. I snapped it a while back, of course, not realizing at the time it was a tiny gift for her. Here, in the warm Italian sun, she can sit quietly and sip an espresso in her ancestral home across the sea. She can breathe, refresh, and renew. Here, she can cast her anxieties on the northern winds and watch them flutter away, dissolving into the distant Apennines. Perched here, above the red rooftops, she knows there is nothing to do and nowhere to go.