a speck

a speck, a photo by alexis mire on Flickr.

I ran at breakneck speed through the streets of Rome. The night had already fallen from a couple of hours and I trudge on ascending roads, anguished of losing the last bus.
The traffic cop made it simple: follow the road, he told me, you can not go wrong.
Yet I was lost, I climbed the streets with the unlikely and unknown morphology who had seen emperors and popes.
And so, without realizing it I found myself in the Vatican. Brightly lit, shining of austere beauty.
Now I knew where I was.
And there, among St. Peter's columns that shadow loomed.