Sometimes it just hits you…
And a memory is triggered.
It can fill you with joy.
It can fill you with sadness.
But whatever it does, and whether you like it or not, the memory just comes rushing in.
Unexpected. Unprepared. Unchecked.
Memories of Florence.
Memories of walking in the sun along the river. Memories of climbing the Duomo. Memories of delicious Italian food and wine. Memories of…?