Sights of Venice

The faint blue skies of Venice spectated the serene setting of the majestic canal, gently swaying like the gondoliers of the sightseeing travellers from across the world. Leaning over his veranda, the merchant overlooked this heavenly realm. Quaint townhouses and narrow buildings overlooked the sightseers calmly rowing the oblong wooden boats. The smooth, warm texture of the beige stone of the terrace faintly rubbed against the palm of his hand. Birds chirped jovially in unison with the tender breeze, and the soothing ripples of water. The distinct smell of fresh and clear air filled his nose. 

A mirage had formed in the past hours as the night took its inevitable place of slumber, and dawn arose. In their reverie, the surreal spectrum of colours was miraculously transforming from a very weak blue to a glowing, vibrant, orange in the depths of the expansive river. The ravishing cathedral, emerging from the red-roofed row of buildings, bloomed as the tremendous dome, brandishing its klieg reflection of the sunlight, looked up at its forefathers. 

Caressing both the bed of submerged pebbles, and the gondolas rocking with the tender breeze on the boundless blanket of transparent water. Rivers of Venice were another pilgrimage for some, the contact with the impossible waters almost a cleansing of the mind.

The gondoliers looked around at their beautiful surroundings, wearing short, fabric robes and detached hoods. Like the tip of a meringue, the end of the gondolas embowed upwards, sweetly swirling fantastically to its own tip, as the boats soothingly streamed through the passive waters.

Picturesque. The brick roofs of the overlooking buildings resembled the grand thought of a chimera. Perfect. Flawless. Astounding. The frictious cream coloured stone of the houses, and the tiles, all painstakingly laid by angels descending to view this heavenly sight.