The layers of history surrounding us help define one’s placement in this world.
It is the uneven cobblestone beneath my feet. The surprises I find around every corner, new and old. The day I turned to find myself confronted with the Colosseum. A landmark known to all. It is the reuse of ancient grounds, to accommodated the necessities of today, whether it be a place to dwell or compete. It is the smell of fresh pastries in the morning, and the ability to get a cafe anytime of day. It is the murmur of many unknown languages surrounding me, and the sound of an unfamiliar siren. The busy traffic, and humming vespas. The narrow streets with colorful facades which are tied loosely together with lines of clothing moving with the wind. It is the way streets come alive at night, and never seem to fade.
It is the unbelievable feeling that overwhelms me when I try to imagine the life that created this place so long ago. It is the feeling of eternal life that exists here.
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“The narrow streets with colorful facades which are tied loosely together with lines of clothing moving with the wind.”
Wonderful!