Morning, Panzano

My wife, Bernie, and I were staying in a delightful bed and breakfast
      just outside tiny Panzano, deep in the hills of Tuscany.
She was still sleeping that first morning
      as I slung my camera over my shoulder
            and went out to explore the countryside.
I drove our rental car several miles down the narrow road,
      first photographing the exterior of a church (pretty ordinary),
            then attempting a composition of a small grove of trees (it didn’t work),
                  and after a couple more disappointments,
                        decided it wasn’t my morning to be a photographer.
I retraced my route and pulled into a parking place
      across the street from our place, La Villa Rosa.
As I stepped from the car, this is what I saw right in front of me,
      right in front of the veranda where Bernie sat smiling, taking it all in.
A gracefully shifting fog.
Softly glowing sunlight.
An eden of trees and weeds and fields.
I released the shutter a few times,
      then climbed the stairs to our room with the brown tile floor,
            ever so happy to sit with her and watch the fog quietly slip away, noticed.
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