Early November. Winter in the desert feels like summers of the past; the breeze smells sweet. Half a moon, he sent me a photograph of it. The message made me swoon. A part of me can’t imagine leaving the daily twitterings behind but there were many other things I couldn’t imagine leaving behind and yet I did. A beginning of a new journey; three months to start with. Then I’ll see. But it feels like the right path. I know it is. I spent a day in Rome last month and I want to write about that.