At my friends farmhouse near Cervia I left a black sweater.

I was running in the late afternoon, the wind was mild and full of spring. White trees were swinging on the Savio river, the air was hot, so I left my sweater on the riverbank, thinking that I could pick it up later.

I kept running for a long time, while the golden light indulged the sky, and the pink clouds seemed to hover over the fields forever.

I would have ran there forever too.

Then my phone rang.

I didn't want to answer.

But suddenly I didn't want to go on running, too.

Thoughtfully I left the river, and walked down to the house.

Remembering too much and forgetting about the sweater.

And as I walked, I noticed that the night was on the land at last.