Castello di Torre in Pietra, Roma DOC 2013
Once they’d driven enough miles without a stop light in site he declared their official escape, “La camapagna romana,” Half sigh half song. It was early May so they rolled down all the windows in the car. Dust kicked up from the ancient roads, and all around them was wild green and tangled. She let down her hair and took a deep breath. Laurel leaves and sheep. New shoots of grass. The countryside’s warm wet exhalation. They stopped for a carafe of local red wine and watched the Aurelian Road disappear into the horizon with black cherry and pepper hot on their lips.
Assemblage: Montepulciano-Cesanese