One morning while we were staying in Umbria, I woke up early, from a terrible dream.
Quietly making my way to the bathroom, I went over to the window, which was set high up like a portal in the thick stone wall, (which was originally part of a watchtower built in the fifteen hundreds.)
Opening the pane and stretching up on tip pee toes, I could just see Assisi floating above the fog rising from the valley. The night lights still twinkling and the cool stillness of dawn, then just faintly I could hear the sound of singing...like angels in the distance, the nuns from Santa Chiara singing morning prayers.
Absolutely beautiful.
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| Assisi and the fog. |
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| The old Roman fort on the top of the hill. |
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| The church of St Francis, rising fron the hillside |
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| Looking out over the valley. |
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The Sun coming up,
the stuctures on the lower right are the old graveyard, outside the city walls and all of that. |
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| The valley, stretching away. |
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