Monday, October 19, 2009

Memories of Mesa

A long time ago, Erik and I used to sit out on his balcony in Mesa, AZ and watch the scenic view from his apartment. It usually involved someone getting arrested or the soft glow of a searchlight and the delicate hum of a police helicopter as it searched for a fugitive on the run.

While taking a long walk one day, we stopped and looked over the wall down into the Piazza del Popolo. For a minute, as a siren blared in the distance we were reminded of those fond times in Mesa, only for a minute.

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