Pages from sketchbook in Italy

As we left the island this enormous cloud hung in the sky. It remained in the sky for all of our journey; as soon as we reached Castiglione, it vanished.
Little ancient wooden stature of St. Francis. As I looked into it’s little house I saw that the whole of the roof is covered in little bee nests, then I saw them zooming in and out, their long thin bodies hanging suspended in the air. They
are gradually transforming the body of St. Francis into little cones on the ceiling.
So many bodily associations which resonated with me. I loved the feeling in this Church.