
The Double Silence
The tide drops, and the wood pilings slice into the black water like a row of broken teeth. The lights across the lagoon duplicate themselves perfectly on the mirror surface. The gondolas sway in an erratic, slow rhythm.

The tide drops, and the wood pilings slice into the black water like a row of broken teeth. The lights across the lagoon duplicate themselves perfectly on the mirror surface. The gondolas sway in an erratic, slow rhythm.