nostalgia

I came across this random image of Milano roof tops
the other day. Such a familiar sight to me - the colours
emanating silently from the palazzi walls,
the endless rows of terracotta tiles, the white gray light of the sky.

Like that close friend from your schooldays - the one
with a dysfunctional family darkness in the background
and the irritating playground neurosis - and now you realise
that they are the ones that warmly stick in your mind and
think of fondly.