Day 19: Road to Garda Lake

Nebbia. Foggy morning through vineyards of yellow leaves and bare branches, teaching me graciously to receive. Every few kilometers there's a red SOS sign. A box on the side of the road, a flashcard in the wind. 

It's interesting how the trees are the only things standing out against the gray, like puppets in a show. Stick figures with bare nubs, reminding us to stay rooted despite the, "Go."