I dodge puddles as I walk to the Piazza Garibaldi bus stop (in Cortona, Italy) and arrive at 7:12 AM. We’re the only ones here. I start questioning Terry’s choice to be forty-five minutes early even though, logically, I understand. We almost missed the bus last week because we took the wrong via.
Instead, I’m part of life. Wait, that’s not quite it. I’m here. I’m really here.