Day 23: Bassano del Grappa

We're all changing. Like the light. Like the objects illuminated by the light. Every day, every moment different from the last because of what beams to us in lightyears from the dark. The distance sustaining the very deep inside ourselves. 

We might miss it. Maybe we are missing it. Forgetting that today is another day the sun died (just a little bit more) so that we might live.