Autumn Holiday

 Florence Calls

Train taking the weight across the space between here and Florence, 

clickers clack, would have been the sound once, now its

a swish, as the speed drags the excited faces from the built up city, across

the green rolling hills (well, brown currently)

through the hole in the earth pointed towards Paris

sunlight flashes into the eyes, and the speed increases towards,

once stopping, a quick rush to the eastern side

and the next tav journey starts, via Germany

to Florence

art, culture

food, wine

autumn joy

alone, and not lonely

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