I bowed out from the fight gracefully, if I do say so myself, with a black eye and an ache in my lower back from a few too many rabbit punches to my kidney, the ache would probably take some time to shake off. As I walked away from the crowd, away from the commotion it began to rain softly. The cool drops eased the harsh stinging from my face. I walked on the side of one of the city's many canals and listened to Venice singing itself to sleep. The sounds of ores softly stirring water mixed with flutes and acoustic guitars, every once in awhile a crooning voice or sprinkle of a conversation could be heard in the tapestry of sounds. It was a beautifully mingled lullaby, it was the sound of a child blinking his eyes to fight to stay awake for fear of missing even an instant of excitement.
Each step I took eased the stiffness and soreness from my bones, with the rain and music of the city dowsing me into a peaceful drunkenness. From a window I heard a man call down to me, "Oy, Signor! That was quite the fight earlier! You showed quite a spirit, good show, Signor!"
I nodded to the window and tipped my hat, continuing on along the canal.
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