AND NICO SAID...
When the sun shines, the Apennines appear in the distance and the plains don't seem so vast.
When it's cloudy, our vineyard appears to float in the sky.
There's a persimmon tree.
There's an old snake.
There are falcons.
The din of the road below, the road we travel, the roads we know, the bridges we cross.
We sit on a rock and Giovanni and I pop another one open.
P.S. If you can't explain it to a six year old, you don't really understand it. R.F.