Evening is descending upon Mantova, Italy.
Like every day for the past 2000 years, the city is preparing to slumber.
The last rays of the sun are casting their final glow upon the tranquil waters, which flow with a soothing, melodic murmur.
And I ponder how many things, people, and events those waters have mirrored. A new morning will arrive, bathing those ancient bricks in fresh light, just as it has for the last 2000 years.