This evening as my plane flew over Tuscany with its plots of land divided into puzzle pieces of varying shades of green, I already felt the effect my beloved city has on me. I could almost smell the lush and fertile countryside surrounding Florence with its grass and cypress trees. After the hilly valley was a sea of light-colored buildings with terracotta rooftops. The sky was a little hazy, but the Duomo stood out and dominated the city.
As I exited the plane, I could smell the sweet and warm Tuscan air. With each step down the stairs, the lightly humid air encircled me and the sun caressed my back. I was overjoyed to be back in my beloved city, but also because I had left behind the grey skies and cool air of Paris, which haven’t allowed spring to fully arrive yet.
I had checked out the weather in Florence on-line and they had announced rain around my arrival time. It seemed unbelievable because there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky.
After I dropped of my bag in my apartment, I rushed out to buy a few things for myself before the shops closed. I then headed down the lungarno (road along the Arno), which has temporarily changed directions, toward the Ponte Vecchio. I was almost mesmerized by the sun just above the ponte (bridge). It was a different sun than the one we had just a few weeks ago. It was the sun that cast the golden light upon the city, the one that warms your heart and touches your soul.
I snapped a few photos and published them immediately on Instagram. I couldn’t wait to share with everyone what I was so fortunate to witness.
I stood along the brick wall and peered into the Arno, which just reflected back to me all the warm light cast by the sun. In the hour since my arrival, clouds did come but no rain was in sight.
I couldn’t help but smile as I admired my beloved city. Not only is it beautiful to look at but also lovely to experience. I doubt anyone could have planned to have a city be this spectacular.
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