So we celebrated my non return to work, small son and I, by travelling up to town.
We spent the day meandering along sun scorched pavements, through shady alleyways, and out onto grand plazas; where fountains sprayed and tumbled, and workers snacked on pre packed deli delights.
We gorged our senses on museum exhibits, and our bellies with Italian peasant food.
We browsed through books, bought random trinkets and stopped to take in the river views.....
It felt good, a way to exhale at last; to banish the sadness, the sense of failure, and gather a little glimpse of how it could be.
Tomorrow,when the house is still and silent, I shall hold this glimpse in my head and teach myself to breathe once more.