Sometimes Florence is kicking my ass for not living inside its citadel’s walls. Whenever I plan an incredible Sunday a little further than our neighbourhood I always get stuck behind the schedule of the buses. That sucks. So, more than often I find myself abandoning the idea just because we don’t like to get stressed about strict hours.
Today nothing went according to my plans. Instead of going to this beautiful park on the hills of Florence in the morning, we ended up going shopping and facing the closed gates of the children’s park. While I was planning for a nice stroll and some ice cream in the evening, my daughter had other plans and dragged us to her favorite park to play for two hours, but she was kind enough and allowed us to have a cappuccino on our way back. In other words nothing worked out but it also worked out really well in the end.
So what does the moon have to do with anything? I have a special bond with the moon. She is my guide for lonely nights, my inspiration when I stop thinking and allow myself to feel, my light whenever I see only darkness around me. Tonight me and the moon were reunited, as the weather has finally allowed me to move my office on our terrace and write under her light. Additional light from a candle gnome was in play just to spice things a little. 🙂 With only eight days to go I am already sad and excited in the same time to wrap up this beautiful project and embark on a new journey that’s already out there, waiting for me to fill in the blanks.
