Ten o’clock at night on a hot, humid day in Venice. I had just washed my hair and decided to go for a walk to let it dry. I was staying near the Piazza San Marco. Why not walk through it one last time before bed?
Then I saw the lightning. It was far away, and I never heard any thunder. The t-shirt vendor was stacking away his wares for the night, humming “New York, New York” along with the Caffe Quadri band.
I walked into the Piazzetta and could see the tower of clouds piling even higher. Still no sound but the band playing at the caffe.
Lightning shows beat an electric hair dryer any day.