One time I had a vacation while I was living in Paris…
And I went to Venice, because I will always choose Italy.
And I met up with one of my dear friends there, even though our plans for connecting were so disjointed that it’s a miracle we found each other.
And I survived a Ryan Air flight to get there, which meant that I had one very small bag and a whole lot of gratitude.
And our hostel was perfect, nestled into a maze of narrow streets and twisted canals.
And we got lost all the time, never able to find a bridge when we needed one.
And we had no money, so all the fancy restaurants were out of grasp.
And it rained almost the entire time, soaking us from head to toe and reminding us that Venice is actively sinking into the sea.
But the rain was not stronger than the color.
And Venice will always remain etched in my memory in vibrant colors and perfect beauty.
And we are entering that gray time of year in DC, where rains beat away at the snow, turning the city to mud and mush, and the grass stubbornly refuses to take on any tint but brown.
And so I dug through my old files to find some of the pictures that I took from that trip because I wanted to remember it.
And I wanted to remember that the color will triumph over the dark and the dull and that beauty will eventually reclaim the world.