Venice~

I slept last night in a hotel with silky off white sheets and fresh oranges on the bedside table. Outside was Venice, a world beneath my window more alive and full of art than any I’d seen before.

Sitting in a café, watching women’s hats go by, blending my impressions with espresso foam, each sip stirring the scope of my soul.

Canals support the city, feeding in spirit just as the veins pump life into my heart. I feel each pulse, magnified by Europe and slowing only to sleep, soft, safe and understood, upon silken sheets and empty orange peels – spirals of spirit, juicy slices of my soul.