After midnight, Venice transforms into a city of eerie silence.
As I walk home, my only follower is the echo of my footsteps.
The streets, once filled with life, now sleep in an infinite slumber.
I catch the occasional couple, stealing one last goodnight kiss.
A group of friends, whispering their secrets in the darkness.
The rhythm of the water is my only companion.
But there is that one special night, where I am walked home by the moon.
By: Sarah Cornejo