8pm on a saturday. The storm moved on but only half, still distant thunder rolls through a cloudy dark horizon. Footsteps on wet stones, balcony doors opening again. Rain is drying, the city gets ready to see what this night can hold.
8pm on a saturday. The storm moved on but only half, still distant thunder rolls through a cloudy dark horizon. Footsteps on wet stones, balcony doors opening again. Rain is drying, the city gets ready to see what this night can hold.