It was a movie moment.
I turn the corner with my sandwich in hand and see the sun bouncing off the buildings. My seat has been saved with an open bench next to the fountain.
I sit down and drink it all in. Piazza Novanna on a Monday afternoon. No crowds, just locals. I open my brown bag. My porchetta sandwich from the 5 star restaurant and the recommendation from the waiter. Each bite is magic. Music playing in my headphones, the playlist, “Songs for the streets of Italy." I even admire the beauty of the pigeon's feathers at my feet. My heart melts at the grandfather and grandson sitting on the bench next to me. It reminds me that my Heavenly Father is here on this bench with me.
I’m less than two pages into my book and I have a friend next to me. He is from Nigeria and studying economics for his masters. A little small talk and he is off again.
Finally my hands are too cold and I decide it’s time to move on. I wander into the church, not needing directions now. I find my way to the painting and it’s completely black. Just my luck a man comes to place is coin. 3, 2, 1. Light!
I stand against the wall and enjoy the moment. I’m not sure if it’s my favorite painting, but I enjoy it. Maybe because of the way it moves me. It inspires poetry, so now I will sit and write down those words before they slip away.
Writing poetry in a cathedral giving glory to God. I open my book again and it tells me to pray. What a place to do just that.
Jesus looked at Him. And He loved Him.
End scene.
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