Indimenticabile

The smell of rain on the cobblestones in the middle of the night.

I'm writing up the world's LONGEST EVER summer homework/review packet for the students in one of my beginner groups (because language does not appear to be their strong point, and I feel bad that I wasn't able to help them more). That's why I'm awake at 2:25am, despite no longer being a college student.

I'm listening to Spanish guitar music on iTunes radio (which is quite handy dandy) when I hear the rain. It starts and stops very quickly here. I turn off the lights (to dissuade the psycho zanzare) and open my window and inhale.

The night sky is purpley dark and San Prospero's weird octagonal campanile is lit up against it, even in the middle of the night. The smell is perfect.

And hopefully unforgettable, because I plan to look back upon it fondly when I leave.