Under the Tuscan Sun

The day revolves in sunshine. Sit on a rock and watch the Mediterranean rage, it soothes you. Practice speeches in the mirror, as your shoulders turn brown with summer. A language slowly builds on your tongue; home is thousands of miles away (literally too). This room alone must be bigger than how you live normally, she says and she isn't wrong. The closet space alone is daunting. 

I could walk for hours with this cool, soft grass underneath my bare feet. My heart beats so loudly in my chest on this hard bed. I don't know yet what it means. 

Perhaps it's nothing at all.