Attraversiamo

Is this heaven? I asked. The scent of the morning is sweeter.

The raindrops are fresh and inviting...and tingling.

The rustle of the falling leaves sings melodious tunes.

Laughter comes out uncontrollably.

From within a bright light shines, glimmering everything around.

Summer is here.
Along with it an endless existential excitement.

A goddess is born.