ho provato.

Today I climbed to the top of the Duomo, and it smelled like fall. I stayed there for an hour, alone, the wind teasing my hair like static electricity and the sun glowing a dusty burnt orange. And I thought, You know, this is pretty marvelous.

I love Autumn. I love waking up one morning and just knowing it's finally here. Stepping out the door and taking a long, deep breath of that crisp air, remembering that you always forget just how good it is. I like the way you suddenly feel like you've started over, like this is a new you in a new chance. Fall comes and you feel a new commitment to life, a strong will to rededicate yourself to the things you love the most. They say Spring is the time for renewal and rebirth, but I think I am partial to the more serious recalcuations of Fall.

And then an American tourist couple joined me up there on the wall above the city, talking about how they definitely needed to blog that fantastic appled pork they ate in San Gimignano.

bye-bye Babar