The wheels of a stroller were crushing the gravel underneath my bench. A light breeze grew stronger from the north side of the city, right off the Tiber. The fresh air hit the nearby trees carrying with it the light sweet scent of a citrus fruit. As the trees rustled I could feel sunspots hitting my skin as they peaked through the leaves. I could still taste the mineral water on my tongue from my water bottle that I had filled up three times at the natural fountains that day. I stood up from my shady bench and walked straight.
The gravel was crunching again under my Converse. I reached a wall that felt like cold stone and lay down in the sun. It warmed my back and hair so fast. I was near a couple. They were kissing. I could hear the soft and quiet kisses over the soft breeze. The occasional camera click and conversation in foreign tongues didn’t bother me. It was almost time to go. A church bell went off in the distance. I took in one last deep breath of pristinely fresh air. This is my new favorite spot in Rome, and I didn’t even have to see it.
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