Mornings in Roma

I didn’t have a blog post planned for this week, as I had some personal things happening and it was a holiday weekend, so I thought I’d share what I wrote for Instagram today. I was inspired by finally living with my windows open, hearing the birds outside and the cool breeze blowing in.

missing the mornings of waking up, throwing open my window 
to the sounds of the liceo across the street, 
breathing in the fresh air with a hint of pine, and basking 
in the roman sun for a minute. maybe enjoying a homemade yogurt 
while filling in my journal from the night before. 
getting dressed in whatever I felt inspired to wear that day 
(always dressed to impress when living in italy where street style rules), 
a touch of make up, my green coat I had bought quickly 
before a trip to london, and debating a scarf for a few seconds, 
depending on the weather. 
skipping down the marble steps and out to the garden 
of my apartment. saying ciao to the kitties that seemed to multiply 
by the day, and making my way to the street, 
passing a bucket set out by someone cleaning the sidewalk for spare change, 
and the gas station attendant who would be filling up for 
someone without fail. I’d inevitably turn and walk up the hill 
past the bus stop and the small tabaccheria where 
I renew my phone each month and the bar, 
then over the ridge where I would begin my 
long downward descent into trastevere to meet a friend. 
admiring the foliage and the view of the cityscape 
spread out before me, eventually finding a spot for an 
espresso and a cornetto to watch the world go by on 
a normal weekday morning in rome. 

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