𝚂𝙴𝙿𝚃. 𝟸𝟹, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟺.
It’s another chilly morning as I walk along my vineyard, grabbing an orange off of a blooming tree. I didn’t grab shoes as I padded through my house quickly about thirty minutes ago, wanting the sunrise to greet me. I probably should have, but the soft, cold grass is relaxing on my skin. I stand for a moment as I peel the orange, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I smell the orchard of various delicate fruits and the brisk autumn air that seems to invite me to keep walking. I know that winter will near soon, which means I will return to my home in America, while I await the next summer to visit and taste the devine fruits that grow along the beautiful branches and vines of this thousand acre’d garden. I head toward the end of a row of trees, a blanket with me in my hand. I head to the top of my favorite spot, a hill that overlooks the entire valley and on the other side, the city of Florence. I lay my blanket out, sitting down on it so it would protect me from the morning dew that was sunk and encased on the end of the grass. I peel pieces of my orange and begin to eat a bit of it as I watch in the distance the sun begin to rise. When it gets higher I lean on my back, so I can be eye level with the prettiest sunrise i’ve ever seen. it paints the valley with various pinks and oranges, including my skin that i glance down at. as i turn to look at the city behind me, it seems as if everyone is still asleep and the sun has not yet woken them up from their rest. i share this moment every morning. no one sees it before i do. for a moment i am one with the sun and she is one with me. I let out a yawn, finishing my orange and sucking on my fingers lightly to get the juice all cleaned up. I felt an extreme loneliness. Even the sun couldn’t accompany the shell that was left empty in my hand. Between my fingers. I feel my face become hot and I will not cry, for I find bliss within the comfort of nature around me. But damn, would it be electrifying to have someone to forget the world with while sharing each breath like it was our last. -e.a.