EpilogueThree Months Later
Yesterday vanished, and today, I'm sweaty, breathless, and eager to catch a new sunrise over the floating city. I race up the Rialto Bridge just in time to witness night surrender dominance. A glorious orange magenta halo streaks Venetian skies, as the sun climbs the horizon. For several minutes, I watch multicolored ribbons disperse to navy-blue skies.
Brava! Brava!
Racing off the Bridge, I hurry to my next destination.
Minutes later, I'm in Saint Mark's Square, a place Judith photographed often. The Basilica's gilded domes and the Campanile loom high and majestic above the square. Turning in a circle, I search various shops and restaurants underneath the promenade, finding Caffe Florian in the distance. I stroll across the square, picturing moonlight shroud
