Gardens

The air was light, a bird was singing, the water mirrored the daylight, the leaves, the trees gladdened my sight: I was walking in the Botanical Garden. What season was it? I couldn’t tell. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter all merged into one … I was full of the smells, the colors, the silence. It was noon! The city and the garden had the same brightness; the bells pealed; I was in Rome.