what does springtime smell like?

the sun has finally come out to play!  happy little daisies and dandelions popped up overnight everywhere, just to make me smile i think.

my life is trying new flavors of gelato by the arno (i've decided the best are: nocciola, bacci, and tiramisu), pretending to study on steps in piazza ss. annunziata while i take in political rallies and locals and drinking too many leisurely coffees where the italian futurists did.

i'm not in the real world.  i feel like i exist in another dimension, floating through life.  i don't know if this is good or bad.  should anything be endless, even if it is bliss?  this steamy affair with firenze is interrupted by thoughts of my long time lover, new york city.  part of me misses that lifestyle, the excitement of feeling like i'm keeping up with something and part of something big - even if it's all in my head.  part of me dreads the day i'll no longer be able to roam the cobblestone brunelleschi's dome casts in shadow like it ain't no thang.

i want to go back to new york, but i don't want to leave here.  i'm a greedy mofo.