Like a river in Tuscany

A river of kindness, lavishly spilling itself over its own banks.

"--this sleek, sinuous, full-bodied animal, chasing and chuckling, gripping things with a gurgle and leaving them with a laugh, to fling itself on fresh playmates that shook themselves free, and were caught and held again. All was a-shake and a-shiver--glints and gleams and sparkles, rustle and swirl, chatter and bubble."
--Wind in the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame.

For Molly/Amalarian. With gratitude.