Colors of the lights over Florence twinkle. Like a jeweled necklace, she sparkles along the western horizon. I stand with my coffee in the dark studio trying to memorize the hues in the sky above her.
How would she even fit on a canvas, I wonder? The mountains embracing her stretch as far as I can see. Up to the moon in the south, tree silhouettes stilletto the ridges.
A few low wispy clouds catch golden light from her glow. Hanging above them, a shadowy mist.
When I first came to Tuscany I painted to live. Now I live to paint.