I saw the ruins of old Pompeii, Campania, Italy and my eyes walked along the centuries back to that day where death came of natures fury unleashed by fire and molton rock that preserved those lost for all times in ash and twisted figures on the ground.
Mt. Etna, Taormina, Sicily, Italy. Etna, joy of my heart. Point of reference wherever I was. The first time I realized I wouldn't be able to use it as a compass was like mourning the death of a loved one. The moment you forget their gone and you reach out to call them and it hits you all over again. Like a rug pulled from under you and you slam your chest to the cold hard ground.