Sunday morning

The sunlight gently filters through. The silence of a quiet Sunday noon is broken only by birdsong and the light rustling of leaves, while the scent of home-cooked lunches mingles in the air. A soothing quiet envelops the room, creating an atmosphere of serenity and warmth.

Through the cracks in the shutters, quiet details of everyday life are glimpsed: a bicycle leaning against the wall, curtains fluttering slightly in the light breeze, and an old cat snoozing on a window sill.

Outside, shadows play on the sidewalk, creating a harmony of light and dark that paints the square with a calm that seems suspended in time. 

“What does it sound like on Sundays at your place?” (Zucchero, Italian singer)