Summer in Siena

In the dead of the summer, I wanted nothing more than to revel in the peace the Vineyard had always offered me. I longed for the calm and healing nature it brought me. The closeness to my deceased mother only her birthplace could give me. My paint brush gliding over the lines as I painted the landscapes of Siena. The breeze in my hair as I walked the ground. The bustle of the people who held their extravagant parties there throughout the summer. But here I was, standing between the man who tarnished my peace and the man who threatened to ruin any plans I had made at a new life, far away from love and complex relationships. I longed for guidance, but the guidance I needed was far out of reach.