There's something captivating about an old watchtower, isn't there? Even if it's crumbling or half ruined, its very nature tells us that there are stories - something to be protected, something to be taken, conquests, danger, mystery. Sitting in the mountains above Amalfi is a watchtower that ...
Archives for October 2016
A Rose-tinted Morning
Sometimes the curiosities of the night and weird places my dreams carry me linger on after waking. I suppose that happens to everyone now and again. This morning I woke up even earlier than usual and couldn't settle down again to rest. We all carry things from long ago inside us, even ...