Day 64: Napoli

Sleepy eyes and bumps and bobs. On the way to the train. A city dusts off its dreams.

The bay wears a crown of streets and storefronts, homes and bars. Iron gates and a web of cars. None of them jewels. Sostano and piastra. There's a girl in the warm glow of a bakery. First kneads. A light goes on.