...it's a Venetian Valentine
February 14th, 2011 and winter still lingers.
Icy tendrils, cool to the touch, spread their way along the canals of Little Venice and frost, smiling its early way into the evening's domain, follows suit like an old dog loyally accompanying its master home.
Dusk has arrived in the Vale. The warm glow of a nearby window insinuates the secret joys that this night of romance should bring; a beacon of light in decaying remnants of the day. The clink of glasses. Laughter. Tonight is not mine, not I this Venetian Valentine. Not I.
