The fruit of silence is tranquillity. (Arabian Proverb)
While in the bus, hubby fell asleep while I continue to snap my camera with sceneries from ths outside. Despite the humming of the bus engine I feel tranquil watching the rice fields, the horses running, cows grazing and small bodies of water by the roadside. It might be too much to think, but the highways of Italy reminded hubby and I of Batangas, Philippines. Simple life lived in simple means.
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