A friend asked me this morning to describe my life living in Italy with a metaphor…. due to the fact I absolutely LOVE using metaphors, and or comparisons to describe to others how I feel, what I’m thinking, my dreams, an amusing story, etc…… I’ve taken the liberty to list a “few” mental images on how Italian Living feels to me:
Butterflies stirring inside me
The sun as it warms me from the outside in
The silky tresses my hair forms on my shoulders & back while walking in warm summer rain
A view that’s filtered through a field of fragrant spring flowers
Iron and old glass
A knowing glance from a trusted friend
Jasmine growing outside my bedroom window
100 Spirited fireflies circling me at dusk as I relax in my backyard vineyard
The aroma released while heating olive oil, & fresh garlic 
Line dried sheets
The scent of a newborn in my arms
The grace and dignity of an ancient stone wall
Bicycle wheels over loose cobblestones
Shadows at dawn
Delicate violet-hues of wisteria hanging off a sun-bleached arbour
The perfect espresso 
The whisper of a summer breeze as it rustles the emerald leaves above my hammock
Christmas lights dusted in silver-white frost
I’d love to hear what are the metaphors you use to describe your favourite people places or things?
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