Blank.





The morning after I hit the pay now button on the website for a one-way ticket back to England, I saw this when I was out walking.

It was the morning after a night of aggressively cathartic rain, and the skies cleared into a brilliance that meant I had to squint to look at the sky. I smiled at the red, white, and green playing with the wind, and I thought to myself, yup. That's what Italy was for me, too. A blank canvas that I played on, where the world was mine.


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