A Piece of Heaven

As we walk down a winding gravel path, smells of lavender and wet moss linger in the air.   The grass has been kissed by spring and small specks of vibrant yellows and purples appear scattered throughout. The country side sings with chirping birds and buzzing bees. The world is waking up from its winter slumber.

As we round the corner, an abandoned Italian village emerges.  The village spans the length of 4 stone houses. Where people once lived, cobwebs now inhabit. Behind the village, the Alps rise in the distance.  As I reflect on the beauty, a soft breeze touches my face and I am overcome with tranquility.  I have found my little piece of heaven.



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