in the summertime

It's like medicine for a burnt out life, a thousand breaths of fresh air for your mind and your soul. The buffeting wind that surrenders to a cool breeze by dusk is a magical transition, the chatter down below that is as foreign as it is familiar. The horizon fails to meet the ocean's end, but instead blends together in perfect harmony. A crisp crescent slice of the moon adorns the night sky in the same way a child knows to draw a big white circle to represent nighttime.

And now we have arrived in beautiful, beautiful Florence. No words can describe the intricate detailing on the Piazza del Duomo or the level of sheer awe it brings. Wandering through the cobblestone streets scooping quickly melting dark chocolate gelato evaporates any trace of past resentment I've had for summer. Many photos to come!