Storm Over Lake Garda

At the southern end of Lake Garda, the evening unfolded in a way I’ll never forget.
The lake stretched wide before me, its surface darkening as the storm rolled in from the
north. Heavy clouds pressed low, their edges bruised with shadow, while a band of
golden light broke through the horizon — a last, fiery stand of the sun.

The contrast was mesmerizing: calm water below, violent skies above, and the long
silhouette of the mountains narrowing into the distance. It was a reminder of how Lake
Garda contains every mood — from tranquil simplicity to raw drama — all within the
same day, the same body of water.