Waiting for the Storm

Pescara, Italy · 2026-10-10

The sky is gray and thunder crackles, but I'm just waiting here on my wet podium with a braid over my shoulder. The terracotta roofs look peaceful under these clouds, perfect for watching the race later once the storm clears.

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