you were walking around rome as a tourist. you’ve been here for a few days already but the magic of the city hasn’t been lost.

the sky is dark, painted with different hues of blue and tiny specks of stars. the moon is full, big and bright as it hangs there in the sky.

there are people around, walking, talking, kicking a football back and forth.

staring up at the beautiful scenery, autumn leaves around your feet, you weren’t looking. you didn’t have time to duck.

the ball comes flying toward you, hitting you right in the head. stumbling around, a guy comes rushing over and spews apologies in rapid italian.