Venice Reverie...

I dream of Venice,

where whispers of the past linger in the air and waters reflect the sun’s gentle touch. 

Gondolas glide gracefully through the narrow canals, each stroke telling ancient stories.

The Rialto Bridge stands tall, arching over time, as the crowd's murmur secrets of merchants and lovers long gone.

I envision myself wandering the cobblestone streets, where history breathes with every step. St. Mark’s Basilica rises majestically, its beauty a silent hymn to eternity.

The Grand Canal, a living poem, merges sky and water in a silent dance, flanked by palazzos that guard memories etched in stone.

As the sun sets, painting the city in gold, Venice transforms into a canvas of fading light, stars emerging to wrap the city in their gentle embrace.

One day, I’ll stand on Venice’s edge, where dreams become reality, and in that moment, I’ll know that Venice is where my heart truly belongs.