βροχή: Greek for “rain” | On this final February evening, Zeus and the rest of the weather Gods are celebrating. Tonight, the cobblestone is saturated in a layer of slik grease, the piazza lanterns drip cold beads of rain, and Ponte Sisto is deserted. The temperature’s dropped significantly and the frigid air slices down to the bone; Roma’s been friendlier.
But I love the space, the night, the mist.
My furniture’s rearranged. The couch sits in its cave-sheltered cocoon; a black sea of strength and comfort. My body’s lost in the braids of knits and tweed. And what better way to keep dry from the rain than with some Burt’s and chocolate segars?
Buona notte, mondo. And a happy, sunny Monday to all. -m e l i s s i m a.
Fire and Rain -James Taylor, James Taylor: Greatest Hits