An Italian Summer

In my dreams,

I am living an Italian Summer.

I wake up to a soft breeze,

Sending vibrations through my veins,

And warm beams of sunlight,

Thrusting through the curtains,

Bidding my slumber goodbye.

I slide my body through the curtains

Guarding the balcony,

And take in the crisp Mediterranean air

With a coffee in hand

And ease at heart.

I undress and place a flowy white gown

Over my bare figure

And walk down to the water

Where I take in the brash blue waves

Crashing against the calm of the dock.

I dip my toes into the sea

While I lay my body

onto the soft silky sand

and let my mind wander.

I find my thoughts to be stagnant

And sense a slight pang of confusion

Until I suddenly realize

There is no place in this universe

That I’d rather be

Than with myself

At ease, at sea.