January 29, 2013 by allsho
Since yesterday my wife had surprised me announcing gladly (because she was going to stay home all day, on her last day of sick leave – chickenpox, remember?): Ooh, it’s snowing!, I wanted to return the favour, and as soon as I got up, I opened the kitchen window looking for traces of flakes falling softly from the sky.
The moon was there to greet me.
For those who live in warmer climates, moon shining means no clouds, no clouds means no snow. But it also means freezing cold. At least in this part of the year.
Actually, these three days, according to our local traditions, are called “giorni della merla” (well, an accurate, albeit not particularly meaningful, translation would be “days of the she-blackbird” – don’t ask me why a blackbird, nor why a female one) and they are considered to be the coldest of the year. I don’t know the statistics about temperatures. And I didn’t feel like “Ooh, it must be freezing out there”.
But my wife had to shave the frost off her windscreen. Ha! 🙂