Good Morning from Milan
What's Next?
the quiet after
The rooftop was empty by 9:30, the kind of empty that feels like a gift instead of a loneliness. I was still in my swimsuit, sand somewhere between the fabric and my skin, hair half dry from a day that started with lights and cameras and ended, finally, with nothing at all. The air was warm and soft, the kind of evening that holds onto the heat a little longer, like it does not want the day to end either. I sat down without really deciding to. My phone stayed face down. For once I did not chec
