A Sea of Red Rooftops

Remember last June, when we took our trip to Florence?

It was sunny then, and warm enough to melt the blues.

 

On our first day we held hands and visited the great David.

Walking around his silky marble folds made me feel small.

 

In the evenings we strolled through rustic red brick plazas.

The air was sweet, with the gentle mist of ornate fountains.

 

My eyes were captured each night by the distant moonlit stars.

They seemed much nearer to me now, as if I could touch them.

 

In the mornings we would dress in different rooms, quietly.

You wanted to rent a tandem, I wanted coffee in quaint cafés.

 

On the last day we drove to the beach and swam in deep clarity.

My eyes met yours under the waves, through an ocean of blue walls.

 

I wanted to run alone through a sea of red rooftops, gliding on air.

They felt so solid beneath my feet, so simple and so like home.

Reviews

[WhatCanISay]

A wonderful example of creative nonfiction. Great job describing things without over describing. :)

[VertoAtrum]

Wonderfully descriptive!

"It was sunny then, and warm enough to melt the blues"

I think that was my favorite line. It comes off to me that you were so happy being there that your sorrows meant nothing at the time.

Very good read! :)