The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued.
Robert Frost – Dust of snow http://www.poetryfoundation.org/
It really was ‘a day I had rued’ – a seemingly endless, exhausting flight. 13 hours in the air, and that’s not counting the first 7 hour flight. We approached Malpensa airport, Milan though a dense fog at -3 degrees.
The jolt into winter came when I arrived at the station. More like arctic shock! It got me scrambling to the bottom of the suitcase for the piumino (puffer jacket).
The light dusting on the ground and trees was my first glimpse of snow, albeit through the train window.
What a first impression of an Italian winter!
Ben arrivati… Isabella