Sorrento
In the beaches of Sorrento, joy flows like wine in a cup.
The sun sparkles on the horizon like a glass of good-news Prosecco.
You can’t help but run from the train to the cliffside like a kid on Christmas, the view of the coast being the perfect gift.
The water isn’t a regular blue, it’s Sorrento blue. A blue that doesn’t quite process in your brain like should. It meets the sky in one continuous paint stroke.
Below the cliffside, hundreds of striped umbrellas spill out from beach clubs, each one calling in happy swimmers.
The cocktail of music, fried food and salty air carries you down the zigzag of stairs along the cliffside.
Stepping foot into the water is pure serotonin. It’s so clear you can spot a seashell from two-feet away.
The salt water stains your lips and prunes your hands.
Everyone flips and dives and floats towards the open sea, passing by each other with looks that say “can you believe we’re here, together ?”
4 o’clock slowly turns to 5, but quickly to 6. When it’s time to go, you have to be peeled from the water.
The water is your home now, how can you leave it?
The bay charges you with pride and hope. Everyone in Sorrento is unstoppable on a summer day.
The walk back to the train is slower this time, more nostalgic.
The sun loses its afternoon sparkle but gains a breathtaking evening glow. The coast and the sun dressed up for the goodbye.
The train tugs you towards the sorbet glow, leaving behind the happiest place on Earth.
A Sunset Over the Celtic Sea…is as dreamy as a sunset can be…
Like someone took a red pen and drew a line across the sky, marking a start to the day.
The red line stretches and expands, turning the color of a summertime grapefruit. The grapefruit disappears and makes room for a mysterious magenta…
Almost as if the sky has something to hide from me.
Waves of clouds rolls over the water, each swell a little bit bigger than the one beside it.
I think I just got a glimpse of God’s morning shift.