Dreams of Christmas Eve
In Sarnano's centro storico it is quiet, dark and cold at the end of December. Lamps are turned off to save electricity. Strands of light from the television seep into the kitchen. A man prepares the Christmas Eve dinner...
Three On A Plane (A Christmas Carol)
On a plane, in the row ahead of me, a man was speaking to another two or three ahead of him. I picked up words that pulled me back 50 years.
The Woman Across The Cortile
Her name is unknown to me. But I enjoy the sight of her in the window and the shadow dance as she crosses the room. It’s not affection, but comfort and association, the sharing of town, time and pain.