Not Here

I’m disappointing a number of Italians.  People I don’t know, will never meet and who have no interest in me whatsoever.  Still, I leave them dissatisfied.  On the streets of Milan or Pisa or lesser known villages in the South, Mediterranean types are scuffing their shoes and cursing ‘Bloody Reeve.’  They keep searching for ‘cloud spotting’ and arriving here.  How disillusioned must they be?  Good to know I’m maintaining my ability to irritate complete strangers.  To make up for it, here’s the view from the window.