I’ve been searching for one word to describe the texture of light that comes through antique windows.
I travel for work. Actually, my husband travels for work and sometimes I go with him — one of the main reasons we got married was because we like spending time together. The other reasons are more complicated and require the kinds compromises that are rarely rewarded with air-miles.
The two of us and maybe two hundred other tourists--our voices flew against the walls and scooped around the high cupolas and we took photographs of each other in front of plaques, in front of statues.