It’s hailing in Florence now. Now being after Easter, after holiday, after the exhaustion that is always a part of getting out of the routine. Getaways are good; better with central heating, but good.
I woke up at San Momme in the Apennines this morning to 3 inches of snow. Beautiful, white, fluffy snow. Tree laden snow. The kind of snow I’ve not seen in 15 years or so. It was still dark when I first saw it. Early that evening I heard an owl. Everything about this trip evoked the past. Vienna, Mentone, cold, owl, crisp, wood burning evenings. Meals that make all others slightly bland. Wines. Boar. Hiking 7 kilometers up and down and up a mountain again in the rain, with inappropriate shoes. It was lovely. Unfortunately, it was also very damp and cold. I came home a day early (and hopefully not too late) to avoid getting sick.
But my skin is glowing, I don’t have circles under my eyes; spiritually I feel great. Physically, perhaps I need a hot totty, soaky bath, and a massage. Deep down it was good for me. Nothing like visiting my old self after a few decades.
Happy belated Easter. Oh, and how the windows rumble with the storm.
(Pictures to follow maybe tomorrow.)