Postcards are everywhere. True of any tourist center. There is one that shows the bell tower reflected in a puddle on the street. It’s actually quite nice as postcards go. I bought it but haven’t managed to send it off yet.
So it is raining here, which I appreciate — love a good shower. And I was kind of in a hurry to get to work this morning, slept late, running late, no coffee kind of brain haze going on and I was looking down and began noticing the reflections of these massive stone buildings around me. Then I started realizing that I’m walking on stone, not asphalt or concrete. From there I spiraled somewhere into the question of how much this place must weigh. And the age of it all hit me, and the rain and the fog. And my rushing seemed pointless. So I stopped, looked up, looked down. Place and time. You can’t ever fix it, but you can feel it. Capische?