Someday I will go back to Rome
And I will get up early and walk slowly through the streets
Before I sit down at a café with a book.
Someday I will go back to the mountains
And I will breathe deeply of the freshness in the air
Before I ascend a peak to take in the view.
Someday I will go back to the ocean
And I will let the tide wash over my toes
Before I begin collecting seashells to show my mother.
But today, I will take a moment
To look out over the plains, and be glad I am here.
The writing of today’s post was interrupted by a loss in the author’s family.
From under a bell tower recently damaged by wind and hail, I offer prayers for the family, and ask you to do the same. In the midst of gratitude for what was not lost in the storm, I ask for grace for all those who are grieving. From this place of quiet and unassuming beauty, I will take a moment to quiet my soul and be glad I am here.