First impressions of an Italian winter

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The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of 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