September
The crowd is gone. Silence stays longer.
The tourists are gone. They left behind flip-flop shadows and forgotten cans.
The spaces are yours again. Finally, you breathe without asking permission.
The light isn’t kind: it cuts, it exposes, it strips things bare. It makes the cracked walls shine, the empty tables, the windows without curtains.
September is like this. Empty space. No background noise.
Just you and the silence you can’t ignore anymore.
Andrea Bigiarini