When it's sunny you can see the Apennines and the plain doesn't seem so big. If there are clouds, the vineyard seems suspended. There is also a persimmon plant. An old snake. Of the hawks The noises of the road, the road we travel, the roads we know, the bridges we cross.

We sit on the rock and open another John and I.

ps: if you can't explain it to a child, don't even try.