Trevi Fountain

I had my back to the Fontana di Trevi, coin in hand as i closed my eyes. I remember thinking "no looking where it goes, that will ruin it" so as i lifted my arm and let if fly, i waited till i heard the splash over the rushing of the water, then started walking up the steps. I didn't turn around when i got to the top, just kept the sound of the rushing water in my ears as i made my way to the street. I wondered aloud, "one last look?" but decided against it, i shouldn't look back. And i wont, because there is no need to look over my shoulder, to look back at the Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon, the Spanish Steps or anything from Rome in the Fall of 2008. I need not look back because i will always have the sound of the rushing water just behind me, the sound held firmly in my heart, letting me know it's still there, the coin sitting in the fountain, waiting for my return.