I tried to be cool. The marvels of Pisa, the history of Siena, the glamour of Florence had all inspired and impressed me. It happened here, in this meadow not found on any map nor listed in any guide book, that it happened to me: I became a cliché. I could feel the moment overtaking me, yet was helpless to prevent it - it was inevitable. With arms out-flung, head thrown back, I let loose the full-throated cry: Beauty!
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This reminds me of a scene I encountered in Vermont about 30 years ago. I was on a back road without any real idea of where I was when I came upon a huge field full of red and yellow flowers nestled in a valley - I don't know what kind of flowers they were - and I'd never seen anything quite like it.
ReplyDeleteAh, your field of flowers sounds charming.
ReplyDeleteThe buildings of men can be inspiring and remarkable, but nature gets it best.