With each passing kilometre, the sky slowly shifts—a soft gradient of pinks and oranges staining the horizon. The curtain flickers slightly, letting in just enough light to paint the inside of the bus with a pale, golden glow. Despite the passengers around me, it’s a quiet, private moment, suspended between an almost dream like state and the reality of a busy travel day ahead. I’m bound for Bologna, where I will board a train to Venice.
