In Florence, I met a new man. His name is David; he’s about 3 x my size and he’s 510 years old.
I lost my ability to speak words and tears swelled to my eyes. I was shook. This sculpture affected me in ways no other piece of art has, and I’d say I’ve seen a bit of art in my day. (I love every second of it (wish my mom was here to appreciate it with me!!)).
It was an honor and a priveledge to see Michelangelo’s masterpiece (well, one of many that is). I cannot wait to go back and see him again.
(Those of you faithful readers, please consider this retroactively posted on May 20…..)