The light wind lifts the smoke from the river’s surface and with it I feel my spirit rise. We leaned on the railing by the waters edge, my wife, Cheryl by my side, soothing music hypnotising the thousands in attendance as the Gondolier rowed past. This is the heart of the city, not the streets where I spend most of my days. Here, a sense of peace and tranquility allows me to forget my troubles and focus on living. Not the living I have grown accustomed to, the lists, problems and daily grind. This is the balance to that, time stands still, I can focus on breathing, listening and the sights around me.
That’s a beautiful photo.
Michael, thank you for stopping on my site. I left you a response and added you to my blogroll. All I wanted to say, I left on my site. Best to you.