VENICE

    We met in Venice.

    “Venezia,” she corrects me in song. She’s right. The old city’s name is more agreeable when spoken in Italian, with accents of course, similar to singing, and especially when sung by her. If I'd forgotten the correct, most appealing way to say it, the proper elocution, finished with an exotic flair, well – all I had to do was just take one look at this beautiful woman. The allure of the city on water, the flowing notes of the name, finished with exhale of pleasure, was the exact essence of her.
    “Come darling. Follow me,” she said softly and smiled. “Back to Venezia.” So I took her hand, and now here we are again.