Cracking through clouds with colour and clarity

I think perhaps the light of Autumn lends itself best to this city. Firenze looks flushed and golden, bathing in glorious sunlight, fresh and clean after Autumn showers, feathers fluffed and ready to be noticed. Our faces too turn toward the warm sun, smiling and soaking in it's welcome rays. Like Geckos we seek out warm walls and sun traps to rest a while. Face peering up towards the sun I notice more examples of wonderful sculpture dotted among the architecture, almost out of view. Art, life and ideals from past days still reach toward the heavens. Beauty and aspirations combine and I feel some measure of understanding, but at the same time long for greater insight and to have had the luxury of experiencing an artistic life here during the Renaissance.