The wind whipped away Michelangelo’s hair as he made his way down the streets of Palermo, taking Piano on his daily walk. This is his favorite part of the day, but it’s also Piano’s favorite part, as he explores the city.

Michelangelo always takes this time to admire the city and the beautiful Sicilian architecture that he has grown up with. The bright colors of the ports always inspire his architectural projects, and when he has ‘architect-block’, what better to inspire you than the historic ports of Sicily? Not much.

The bright blue beaches, warm-toned houses, and golden sands speckled with palms brought an ingenious idea into his mind, one that could not be left un-sketched, so he quickly got out his small leather notebook and began working on the new design. He aimlessly wandered, paying no mind to direction as his mind churned out his next greatest design.

This was his downfall though, because as his nose was buried in his notebook, Piano had wandered up to a lost-looking tourist, meowing at them in greeting. And Michelangelo looked up just in time to watch himself run straight into the person, toppling them over. Piano scatters at the sudden commotion, which jolts the leash from his hand and the notebook and pen to the ground.

“Chiedo scusa, Bellezza” He extends his hand to the fallen tourist as a way to make his actions correct. The bellezza slips out as naturally as a smile when looking at a baby, Michelangelo calls nearly everyone that.