Please Don't Stop The Rain

Geez,I haven't written in ages. I apologize, loyal readers. I've been lacking in inspiration. I could talk to you about Dogwood trees, days of rain, the babies BBQ-ing, the emails overseas, the vegetables growing, the dead decomposing, the clothes in my closet, the semester that's ending so quickly, the life that's about to be lived. It seems that as I glide into the future, I'm arrested in the past. Rome Rome Rome. I miss Via Annia and our tiny balcony and the Signora screaming at her dog and the wandering wandering wandering and the feeling of endless bliss overtaking me. I was swinging free, we, me, a little eternitee. I'm fiending for the past, for marble steps leading to anywhere.