Day 91: Bassano del Grappa

Today it was the other side of the river. We walked where the sand dipped into the reeds. The water was clear and bubbling. (On this side you could hear it better.)

I didn't bring my phone. I left it tucked in the couch cushion. I wanted empty pockets and focused eyes. To really see the mountain's carves. To notice which branches were broken. The hidden vineyards spotted through fence holes and to find the animal that made the rustle in the leaves. The sunlight appeared in freckles along the way.

The path was narrow, but I discovered so much room there.