On the Wings of a Snow White Dove–Killing Time in Rome
This was one of the last pieces published in a magazine I used to write for. You know how it is when you have over an hour to kill downtown in a major city? How time seems to slow to a stop? Fortunately, the Roman houses beneath the Palazzo Valentini, which we were waiting to visit, are a stone’s throw from the column of Trajan. On that warm and sunny day in February, we took over an empty bench facing the imperial fora and soaked in the sun we should not be seeing, when we returned, for months. Before...