Luftmensch photography

As the day waned, a brilliant sun poured out the last of its rays. It fell in patterns down the vineyards. On the way back from Venice, I still felt the buoyant Adriatic beneath my feet. I heard the seagulls above my head, and the multiple voices of the thronging crowd of tourists. A small breeze ruffled the lombardies. The bright rays melted down to a soft twilight.