A few days ago when I was driving home, the sky was SO beautiful!
It felt like this great little gift for me personally, even though I wasn't the only one experiencing it.
When we were in Italy, Bethany would call it "the magic hour."
You know, when the sun goes down and everything is lit up in oranges and yellows.
Every night we would bask in the way the city lit up and made Italy even more beautiful.
It reminded me of this night in Florence.

Oh, how I miss this place! 
I am already saving to go back.