The other day, riding across town (Pietrasanta Italy), I came across the horses I had seen in the town next door a year or two ago. Now they are in a field in a commercial warehouse area. Who knows why…
Further along…
On a narrow street in Pietrasanta, someone had transformed the gas meter boxes into poetry sites. Each box had its own poem.
This one reads:
I find you again
On the darkest paths,
Where if you take my hand
I don’t feel afraid.
And to finish, I saw this in the driveway to a house in the middle of the fields near the autostrada. Such detail…
