With spring come warm days, longer nights, and a beauty that
I had the chance to witness firsthand.
Every year like clockwork the already famed Spanish Steps
are coated with hundreds of azaleas.
I was excited to catch a glimpse of something in person that
I had seen countless times on postcards.
I walked out of the steel grey of the metro and into the
warm spring air. I made my way along the now familiar path towards the steps.
I made a left, passing the man who sells roasted chestnuts;
his face is the deep brown of worn leather- the product of too many years in
the sun.
Immediately I was confronted with a sea of colors, people
from all over the world are milling around the piazza.
And then I saw them. The steps were dripping with the sweetest
colors of pink, brilliant whites and carefully mixed in pale violets.
These colors of spring stand out against the lackluster,
creamy grey marble color of the steps and the dull colors of the surrounding
buildings.
I soak in every minute, appreciating how lucky I am to be
here.
When I posed for a picture in front of a large arrangement
of the magnificent flowers, my overly washed navy blue shirt paled in
comparison to the brilliance of the fresh flowers. In the picture I disappear,
the real focus is on the eye-catching rosy and snow-white colors.
This was one of my favorite moments in Rome. It was amazing
to see how much more alive a place can look with the addition of the colors or
spring.
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