It was late evening; the golden glow of lamps illuminated the archaic renaissance buildings. The stillness of the night was profound, like the smell of winter rainfall, lingering in the air.
I gazed out towards the magnificent cast iron bridge spanning the great breadth of the river. The streetlights emanated a warm light, reflected in the flowing river. The whirling wind danced around me, intermingled with the gentle sound of running water.distant lamps I looked out yonder towards the old city, enchanted by the soft glow It seemed the bridge was a gateway between the past and present. For long moments I stared out from under the embrace of this magnificent structure. My thoughts were entranced and calmed by the golden glow upon mysterious waters.
The Venetian bay was calm as the sun cast forth its luminous rays upon the quiet town heralding sunrise. The beauty of the Renaissance era manifested splendidly against the calm deep blue of the ocean. I paused in awe and looked out yonder in profound reverie. In a moment of serenity, I pondered how the creative beauty of mankind blended perfectly with the majesty of nature.