Wanderlust: Rome


My heart has been longing for Rome lately. I went there once, a long time ago.

I can picture myself standing there in the Colosseum, tracing the edges of the high pillars with an outstretched hand, my feet wandering along the dusty paths.


Photo via Vagabond Bond. 

Ancient structures have a delicate, bracing beauty about them. I believe age has a way of wearing us down, but also bringing  out our true selves.

I hope to go back some day.
Photos via Vagabond Bond.  

For now, I'll stand in front of my kitchen sink, where I've hung the panoramic I took of that great elliptical amphitheatre. I love the way my memory of the place is filled with silence, and the sound of footsteps. No noise evidence of the battles fought there, or the roar of the crowd.