A new month begins. may june hold your hand through difficult days, celebrate with you on the good ones, and leave you with more reasons to smile than to worry.
The plan was to take a quick walk. the problem is that every street keeps looking prettier than the last one. now I'm standing here acting like I have all the time in the world.
Night settling over Milan, painting everything in shades of silver and gold. the clock tower stood still while the city carried on beneath it. I wasn't looking for anything in particular. sometimes a good view is enough of an excuse.