A sweet, Sorrento night sky;
An orange sun sinking into the black of things.
There are six of us.
Arm in arm, dreamily strolling along a dirt path.
Cackling from the wine.
High off the fumes of new friendship and ready to sleep off the beauty of the day.
Hundreds of them, maybe thousands.
Dancing and prancing and spinning at the foot of a twisted, Italian tree.
And us Aussie kids…
How we marvel.
How we inhale every bit of that darling wonder.
Enough, at least, to fill this darling page.