Yesterday, I found myself on Bus 7 on the way to Fiesole, a little hill town over looking Florence. I say ‘found myself’ because I notice that on this trip that I am doing less planning ahead. My usual routine starts the same—up and out as close to 7AM as I can manage, a cappuccino and another along with a brioche at a cafe where I can sit and write. Then, I begin to wander.
Today I find myself at the Liceo Artistico park on Via Romana at Porta Roma—one of my favorite go-to outdoor writing places, but always in the afternoon, never at 9:50 in the morning. And so it goes, all a part of my commitment to stay in the present moment, this time examining tree trunks, park benches and whatever is in-between. As someone who doesn’t look back, but looks to the future, this a new way for me. I am discovering a new tense, the present. Hmm, I always like a project; this is my newest.
Today I find myself at the Liceo Artistico park on Via Romana at Porta Roma—one of my favorite go-to outdoor writing places, but always in the afternoon, never at 9:50 in the morning. And so it goes, all a part of my commitment to stay in the present moment, this time examining tree trunks, park benches and whatever is in-between. As someone who doesn’t look back, but looks to the future, this a new way for me. I am discovering a new tense, the present. Hmm, I always like a project; this is my newest.