My Labor Day Monday began in the quiet hours before most had risen, when the streets still belonged to the early birds as the first light kissed the earth. Beneath a vibrant mackerel sky, the warmth of the sun on my skin and the cool wind on my face were small blessings from God.
The morning unfolded with an espresso and fresh cornetto at my local caffè, where I chatted with the barista about the weekend’s Serie A matches. From there, I stopped by the bakery for warm bread, the cheese shop for fresh mozzarella, and finally the salumeria for olives, peppers, and other antipasti to share later at our family luncheon. Along the way, I greeted familiar faces, exchanged pleasantries, and was reminded that life’s richest joys are often the simplest.
God Bless you all, Happy Labor Day.