January, one hour at dawn. I open the window and a cold wave enters the house. The outside thermometer reads 3℃ below zero. Out there, the landscape of Crete Senesi is an ocean of ice just brighten by the moon.
My God, how cold it is!
Frost, snow, fog. Even frozen fog. The landscape of Crete senesi in winter changes every single day and takes on even surreal aspects sometimes. There is no shortage of boring rainy days, of course, but not even those of low, shining sun that warms our soul and paints the fields of green again, a promise of a not so distant spring.