An image

Of coming down into Milan.

I had kept my window open during the flight, and when I awoke suddenly from "sleep" (I can't really sleep on planes) by the captain announcing that we were descending into Milan, I chanced to look out. In the two or so hours that I had been out, the sky had turned from an inky black to an sparkling bright blue and the clouds were making shapes in the air. I flew by huge grey stone heads, next to little white flurries lying in huge blue pools, and golden stacks of pillows and bowls of spaghetti, streaming by in mid air. Everything was shades of orange, gold, grey and blue, even some black, in every shape and size. I even saw a sheaf of dull knives.

And then as we descended through the clouds. The landscape below was round with rich colors of brown and green, dotted with those little red-roofed Italian villas you see pictures of and wish you could live in one, backed by those blue mountains majesty through the fog and sunlight. To top it all off, a rainbow followed me down from the clouds to earth. I took it as a good sign.

Well, benvenuti in Italia.