These were taken by my best friend when we were wandering around the vicinity of the Colosseum a few weeks ago during our Italy trip. We were lucky and hit a warm spell there this winter. This particular day I think was 65 degrees, so a sweater and scarf (or in this case, a full on cable knit neck brace) were ample coverage.
Anyway, the last photo captures one of my favorite things in Italy... the profession of love written or carved into walls everywhere. It's this sort of careless urgency, careless in the sense that there is no shame in who knows it as long as the message is conveyed. One I particularly remember was a short sentence scribbled on the median in Viterbo that, translated to English, said, "Return to me, Sara." It filled my mind with this romanticized story of heartbreak, and a fantasized ending that maybe Sara saw the message and at least, for a fleeting second, thought about how happy she was once the first time he told her he loved her...before walking past and continuing on with her life.
PS! I rarely write this long but there is exciting (well, at least to me) news in store! I'll announce it in the next post! :)