So glad to have gotten on this beautiful day to Fiesole. I like to go up there just to breathe the rarefied air and walk around the Etruscan ruins, see firsthand the evidence of the passage of time and sense that all becomes meaningless, save for This Moment. Everything crumbles, but is O So Beautiful before and when it happens, and in this case, even after, because it is at least an artfully arranged pile of rocks. . .