Eight o'clock ferry, Lago Maggiore
I sometimes wonder who's on that ferry. Whether there is someone who travels every day along to Cannobio, who always, habitually, looks up as Carmine Superiore comes into view through the mist, just as I habitually look down from the mulattierra as the boat passes by.
Perhaps it's the start of a story...
5 comments:
I'd give almost anything for those kind of Monday morning blues! Lucky girlie!
I love looking out at random things like that wondering about the story there. Seeing people on the subway and creating histories for them.
Maybe the ferry people are smugglers.
Cor that Blue looks really cold
What gorgeous blue light!
6 degrees! Good grief - it's warmer here.
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