That familiar feeling

I recognize you in the scent of the lime trees in bloom on any summer day.

In the crispy air of the early morning that makes me shrug my shoulders in a soft sweater.

In the words: Anna’s full of love; those worried ones of mom.

In the attentive gestures: the phone call from Gianna; Nicoletta’s cake with soft cream.

You are in the places I never imagined and you are certainly mobile, even if you appear rather walled up.

I understood this the first time I left and left you full of memories, convinced that I would never find you again.

Then, unexpectedly I felt you inside a warm hug and slowly it was easy to recognize you even disguised as a clown.

So every time it happens to me and I find you again, well… I feel happy, the soul settles down in your lair.

I can be anywhere but the feeling is always the same:

“I’m at home, guaranteed”.