Today. No, that’s not the actual page that I’m on. Honesty over everything.
Today. No, that’s not the actual page that I’m on. Honesty over everything.
NYC tomorrow.
My favorite picture from the whole trip.
In my entire life, I have never seen anything so beautiful as the Amalfi Coast. Villas perch delicately on the edges of limestone cliffs, dripping with vines, and flowers that had been dipped in cans of brightly colored paint. Tiled roofs lock eyes with the endless emerald green iris of the Bay of Naples, promising paradise and a view so breathtaking, you give your heart permission to stop beating so long as this view is the last thing you ever see.
I have never fallen in love so quickly before. I wanted to be pressed against the patterned skin of the tufo, warm and solid volcanic rock that stood exposed as the cliffs that supported the city. I wanted the wind to run its fingers through my hair and leave it impossibly tangled. I wanted the smallest pieces of the mosaic cathedral domes to become my genetic code and the winding streets to the be the pathways of arteries and veins supplying life to my spirit.
The sky seems bigger here. People are more willing to express selfishness in the moment than by building tall buildings that crowd the sky. Everything is so, so real.
That moment when all is quiet but the birds and your soul feels as vulnerable as the waking sky.
Amalfi, Italy.
Amalfi Coast, Produce Stand. Italy.
Bullet train. Florence, Italy.