We are in a van driving from the sea in Pescara to the mountains. I made a little video for you at the ocean I wasn’t certain that I could figure out how to send it while literally on the road but I did. I can’t write anymore as it’s making me carsick
But here’s mountains from my window with all good wishes to all.
This is a passage from The Waves, my favorite work by Virginia Woolf
The sun had not yet risen. The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it. Gradually as the sky whitened a dark line lay on the horizon dividing the sea from the sky and the grey cloth became barred with thick strokes moving, one after another, beneath the surface, following each other, pursuing each other, perpetually.
All achieved from the traveling van! I will report again tomorrow
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