On the way to Florence
I drove on - towards Florence. I turned the radio on. A young people's station. Listeners were invited to phone in with a love poem. A Japanese woman called in, in English:
Imagine you and me
Holding hands
Walking down the street
The sunshine passes through the trees
And the dancing shadow on your face
I can see the image flowing in
Your beautiful eyes
And we are connected.
JYY
Streetlights to the left and right of the road, no sign of any trees at all.
