One segway, two segways, three segways. I noticed them to our left as we were on a way to the Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi to sing. We were running late. The 11:00 mass was about to star and the priest was anxiously waiting for us by the door but I could not let this moment pass by. I guess they did not want to climb those stairs as inclined as they are, hence the segways.
When in Rome do what Romans do and when in Assisi, just take a picture of a roman medieval attire on display and pretend you would look nice on it. Seriously, I have a function coming up this weekend, I could use it. Not!
The time you realize it hasn’t been that bad, they have quietly been walking by you all along. Life takes you through roads, harsh pavements and broken glasses. You ride a bicycle, bus, train, take the helicopter, subway. You parachute down the open skies and land on top of an earthquake. You drive a car through endless highways, bake that perfect cake, peak through the window to seeing only one dope of combustible cocktail, a blank paper in the open vent. When the revolving door keeps going, non stop, all seem so bleak. You find yourself asking the universe up stairs to mend fences, find you that perfect corner to rid away your soul, to waking up from a drunken stupor stage to small dots of blessings bundled in one perfect bouquet. Yes, I am awake after all. It is Friday and the weekend folks. Many blessings to you. Let the church say Amen!