When the world stood still

I was in Piazza Unità last night, waiting for friends. I was looking at the fir trees, new Christmas additions to the imposing square, the families, the beautifully lit buildings, the people walking slowly, the dogs, the kids running around. It was a perfect moment.

The mist was covering everything in a glow of mistery. And the laughs around me, happy laughs of children chasing dogs no bigger than a small pocket rat, the happy chatter of teenagers and adults, the comprehensive smiles from silver haired grandparents, they were all part of something, bigger than me, the square, the people.

I would not say it was a scene from a film, for films are not real. However, the scene in front of me had something surreal to it.

It was peace. It was beauty. It was happiness.