The Chorus of Rome in the Morning

Quick clicks. Mechanized rumblings echo off stone walls, and the sunlight slithers through alley gaps; it's beginning. It's quiet. Glass breaks as it tumbles into the truck. There's sweeping and scraping. A scooter accelerates, fading into the splash of the toothed dolphin fountain nearby. Roman swear words slightly muffled. A spoon hits the side of its cup. 

Wake up; this is the first slice of the day, soon to be covered in sneakers and selfie snaps. This is her first breath, her great yawn. You'll see eternity reflected back to you when you see it through her eyes.


Honolulu, O'ahu

On Roses