Remember the airplanes? Just like all roads lead to Rome, Leonardo da Vinci Airport runway lane for take off seems to lead right over Fiumicino and its beach. They were ever so close and a constant reminder that in 14 hours our plane would take the same route.
The day was just too beautiful to waste time on and wonder what might happen tomorrow. An almost deserted beach in the sunshine demanded all our attention. The sun was reflecting off the foam crested water lapping at our toes.
Time to kick off my shoes and walk along the beach one last time, tempting the waves to barely miss the hem of my jeans.
A reminder of the cycle of life…
…was soon swept away.
This little guy was alive and well, safely positioned on top of the driftwood stump.
It was the perfect afternoon for fishing with a friend.
No need to talk, or shout over the breaking waves.
A gorgeous day, one last view along the vast beach.
Playful couples catching a few sun rays after work…
…and there it is again – the reminder that this day would come to an end too soon…
My attention returned to the ocean and the unobstructed far reaching view – reminiscent of the Canadian Prairies, the place we would see again soon.
I secured a place on the rocks, watching as wave after wave crashed along the edge, sweeping over the drift wood reaching out like an arm in distress.
Time did not stand still. The setting sun illuminated the western sky, painting the horizon peach, pink, and gold.
One last time, soaking up the sun, surf and sand. Buonanotte…