Venturing deeper into rural Tuscany, walking on narrow tracks through vineyards and olive groves.
The hills are steep and the farmers are friendly, and the grass is so green it almost looks fake.
Hundreds of swallows swooping and diving and practicing field maneuvers.
Four deer bouncing down a hill.
Clouds rolling in.
There was a different quality to the silence today.
It looks like rain.
Mirrors, masks, fists and hearts 