There is something about the night that calms the soul; the opulence of beauty and the pacific stillness, a distinct divergence of silhouettes basked in the pale glow of the distant moon and an effervescent sky dusted with the sparkle of stars.
Perhaps, it is the promise of tomorrow; that nothing would be worth losing sleep over as there'd be plenty of daylight to sort out snags, to iron the wrinkles the following day. And while in those hours, amidst the shroud of darkness blanketing the sleeping world, beauty is magnified, beauty shines.
As for Luca, a faint trail of smoke led him to a melancholic canvas out in the spacious balcony. Through the small c***k of the French sliding door buried in white, heavy drapes, he raptly watched the woman leaning against the middle rounded iron raili
