The house so full of symmetry
light in every window in every
angle, 360ยบ view around the bend
walls beginning to break from loneliness
the light awash in so many colors
on the canvas of the walls
the hill behind still wet with the sun's light
freshly painted themselves
Purples, Oranges, Blues
empty and yet so settled into the land
the house on the hill
An eternal, infernally short second as the car ride
shakes my hand and my impressions blur.
This was written in rickety green pen in my Assisi notebook last summer. My small group of travelers and I were winding our way up the hillsides of Umbria on our way home when the evening light caught this singular house. In that small window I had to capture what I saw so there wasn't any punctuation or proper capitalization. I chose to keep it that way to keep the experience whole.
