I made a walk to the Duomo of Florence today. It’s around 30 minutes from my house.
Sunday morning. Very few people around. Almost no tourists.
An empty city. Rich of beauty and soul. With stunning corners of poetry.
I carefully avoided places where I could see small groups and I took other roads.
This reminded me a Robert Foster poetry
“The road not taken” last verse
“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
At it led me to the beauty of driving in tiny country roads in Hampshire, UK, early in the morning, crossing wild horses, vintage Rolls Royce cars driven by silver haired gentlemen and the misty light of the raising sun.
This is what this lockdown is trying to tell us all.
To take the less travelled road.
Because it makes all the difference.