Every now and then…when the rains come pouring down…when the sky has an orange hue…when the mind wants to wander free…when the smell of coffee engulfs me…when my heart is full and happy…when magic seems within reach…

I go back to my days in Rome…to the power of the ancient and the soul of the past…to the stories of the walls, of the temples and the art…to the colors of the pasta, of the plates and the pots…to the cheerful banter and the sweetness of their talk… to the cobbled streets with cafes and the music-filled air…to the flavors of the food mixed with the warmth of the people…to  happy tired feet and cosy family dinners…to the little cottage with the pomegranate tree…

to the place where I left a part of me.