Standing on the top deck of the ferry, heading away from Lido di Venezia (it's the long, thin island in the bottom right), and watching the sun rise over my ancestral home, I found myself smiling, at peace with the world. I am thinking, with joy and anticipation in my heart, of what I can write in my weblog when I get home. As the boat steams past Sant'Elena, Giudecca and St Mark's Square, I find myself daydreaming to myself about the quips and anecdotes I'll recount when I'm sitting in front of my PC in squally south London.

It's a bit sad, really.

(the title of this entry comes from the unique feeling I noticed when on the ferry - the slightly discomfiting sensation of having my eyelashes being blown sideways. Try it with a hairdryer or something, it's weird.)