Finally: Watching networks repeatedly switch and clouds pull close across the water. A piazza filled with young people, a crowd of Vespa rollers heading for whatever is still left undone today. Music from an electric piano, an older vocalist, a slightly uncanny rendition of movie soundtrack classics. And a lot of sleep in the moment, fully aware of the distance for a second, noticing soul didn't completely catch up yet. Have a soft night wherever you are.
Waiting for the night.