We've lost five degrees on the 8:30am temperature in the last few days - only 13° this morning, and the sprogs complaining of cold ears. Chilly, windy, and with unusual atmospherics for our morning walk down.
Black as Hades over the Alps, but shining like angels' wings over the mountains of Lombardy, where the sun rises. A squall sends a shower of chestnut leaves jetting out across the lake, catching the sunshine and for AJ, immersed in his piratical world, showering down like so many gilded pieces of eight.
And a shimmering rainbow straddles the Valle Cannobina, making even the most weekend-jaded Monday-morning-double-espresso drinker leap from his seat to take a look.
2 comments:
What a nice sight for a Monday morning!
It sounds like winter is coming early everywhere this year.
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