Silent
The silence of the Tuscan hills rolling towards the sea is broken by the cicadas' song. On the horizon is the island of Elba. A ship is calmly crossing the strait. A cat arrives, surprised about not being the only one to enjoy this special moment. A caress is exchanged for a moment's complicity. A light, spiced meal with Poggio ai Santi's bread and olive oil completes this course of peace and farniente. Can one feel guilty for staying a few days in Paradise?
You watch two falcons sweep above the shrubs, lit by the first rays of the sun. They are teaching their children about life in Paradise. You listen to their unmistakable call and to the higher-pitched answers of their offspring.
Just like you, they are breathing in all the smells and the spices of the Mediterranean.
Slowly the blue gives way to pink, red and orange. The sun departs between the sky and the sea to bless other lands. The cicadas go quiet. The indecisive wind tosses all the smells of a country evening into the air. Two donkeys chat across a ravine. The music from Poggio ai Santi's bar accompanies these moments of fulfilment: harmony reigns with Mozart or jazz. Small sins of gluttony miraculously join a wine that already felt like seventh heaven.
Just like you, they are breathing in all the smells and the spices of the Mediterranean.
Slowly the blue gives way to pink, red and orange. The sun departs between the sky and the sea to bless other lands. The cicadas go quiet. The indecisive wind tosses all the smells of a country evening into the air. Two donkeys chat across a ravine. The music from Poggio ai Santi's bar accompanies these moments of fulfilment: harmony reigns with Mozart or jazz. Small sins of gluttony miraculously join a wine that already felt like seventh heaven.
