The jazz bar I want to open one day. I even named it: Cielo Nocturno means night sky.
Warm light, a small stage, good whisky, a room where the night slows down and the music does the talking. I named it before it exists: Cielo Nocturno, night sky. Which, it turns out, is also this whole website.
I am not a musician, at least not yet, but jazz is the room I most want to build. Somewhere unhurried, a little hidden, where strangers turn into regulars and the last set runs long. It sits at the far edge of the vision board on purpose, a reason to keep the other plates spinning. Someday the sign outside will read Cielo Nocturno, and the night sky will have a ground floor.