When I opened the window this morning, three parrots were perched in a tree hanging over a deserted beach of pure white sand that stretched towards a dazzling horizon.
How many steps can a person take until the course of events becomes irreversible—fifty?
The walls of the city shuddered under cannon fire and smoldered with flames.
In silence, as though overcome with modesty, the doctor hid his instruments and rolled them into a piece of black velvet.
There are decisions that we know immediately are good.
Simona’s view of the modern city dropped away as the cable car rose toward Città Alta.