Yesterday afternoon I went for a walk with my boy at Lake Garda. It’s pointless saying that the sunset was breathless. I love the shades of its colours. The picture that the clouds draw. The soft waves of the sleepy water.
“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.”