An icy cold blanket is covering The House in the Woods and its surroundings.
During December and most of January all people talked about was the change of the world's clima, and the mild winters without snow we would get from now on. Somebody even predicted that a white Christmas was history and something we only could tell our grandkids about in the future.
Then, a couple of weeks ago, snow came, and came, and came. It never stopped, and the terrible traffic jam in the mornings and afternoons when everybody drove to and from work was a totally new experience for our city.
Well, it stopped snowing and the snowploughs managed to make all roads drivable.
Then an icy white blanket came and covered our world. It is beautiful, the winter is just like it has been through all my life - the sun rays glittering when they meet the snow, beautiful ski tracks, the white seems to glow.
My aging body has totally forgotten how to cope with this cold though. I'm freezing, I feel cold, I feel miserable, I play Roberto Murolo and dreamof a summer beach where the sand mix with the sweat from my suntanned young body, followed by long, mild nights at the piazza café surrounded by friends and laughter. Waking up I find another wollen sweater and a warm shawl prevent the inner warmth from my body fly away.
