Dear friends, this is the
I must tell:
Thursday I could not go out for the planned 12 km. Accomplices
commitments, schedules, work, Ilaria and above all, I decided to leave at 5:30.
Yes, indeed, not at 17:30, but at 5:30, a time already experienced by Ilaria (and, as they say, takes over one of those ...).
Then, not too sure, I rely on chance: let's see if I wake up or not. At 5:10
are already awake, but awake, and I accept the invitation.
slings long, heavy leather vest, gloves and hat and go.
Outside is pitch dark, even the street cleaners are still felt.
Sure, some poor wretch who passes and goes to work, if the metabolism is activated, perhaps even sees me.
Gro from Mokambo: None. Afraid the silence and darkness of Bramante, turning back, I go for the Rock Ms.Cerquetti slip: if until it was dark, there is total black, you do not see the road. The gate is left open, but the dark wood that looks like a trap in front of him or perhaps have memories Freudians.
fright here and I'm going back.
Square in Vado, nothing, nothing and nobody. But the steps of the Duomo, beautiful illuminated, white and empty, it invites and inspires: I do it four times, as any Rocky Balboa.
Finally we hear the garbage collectors, are 6:00 (or not?), I begin the road back.
Mokambo Al begins to lighten to Pontenaia, and I feel like Forrest Gump Shrimp on the boat at sunrise.
The show is invigorating, I feel excited: a new day, a new dawn, new hopes and dreams, it starts today.
Finally I see in the opposite direction Ilaria, is just beginning.
not know what an adventure it was for me!
It was worth the early rising has been well rewarded, she was right.
Greetings and away, follow her for a bit 'and then the spring, too much for me.
Return, a shower and so on, the busy day spent locked but do not feel a little tired.
Well, on this way, this was a refreshing effort!
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