One Last Walk − 29 November, 2006
On this morning, at the suggestion of my stepfather, I took a short walk with my mother.
We were in Taormina, Sicily, and it was early in the morning. Just before breakfast, just after the sun had come up. We walked along the cliff ridge there, looking at Mount Etna spewing ash, wondering when it would erupt.
We talked about my sister. I talked about my relationship, and about when I was going to get engaged. She talked about friends she had that lived on the slopes of Etna. We took pictures of the view and wondered what the day would bring.
I wish that walk had lasted a lot longer, but I'm so thankful that it happened at all.
We were in Taormina, Sicily, and it was early in the morning. Just before breakfast, just after the sun had come up. We walked along the cliff ridge there, looking at Mount Etna spewing ash, wondering when it would erupt.
We talked about my sister. I talked about my relationship, and about when I was going to get engaged. She talked about friends she had that lived on the slopes of Etna. We took pictures of the view and wondered what the day would bring.
I wish that walk had lasted a lot longer, but I'm so thankful that it happened at all.
Taormina Etna View
