04 Oct

A resting place. Between mountain and sea lies a place to pause, a place to reflect.  Upon the weary road traveled by many yet only known to some, there lies a place for reflection, a place for silence.  Along Via Quatro Novembre, whether it be by bus, car, or scooter, you drive by a water front town with dock and harbor on the way to the Amalfi Coast and with only a whimsical thought of it’s picturesque view you pass by it in a matter of seconds.  You have a place to be, another destination to see, you’re late.  Your mind is set and this nameless town is no place to waver.  On to the beach, or up to the mountains you must go.  Or… perhaps you slow.  You begin to pause and take another look.  You stop.  You begin to be less concerned about set plans, about the one or the other, but instead what lies between.  You look at what lies between these green hills and blue seas and find yourself.  Find yourself in a meeting point, in a small sea-side town, in a reflection.