Pouting for Springtime
I’m pouting. Tuesday morning and it’s 34 degrees outside. Sunday morning I was riding a bike along the sea, wearing a light t-shirt with blue sky overhead and sun on my face. Temperatures were in the 60s, which felt fresh and warm enough to remember the glory of warmer days.
After the dark, cold, wet days of Winter in Milan we will all have EARNED our Springtime here! I’m just a trainride away from warm sun. Hmm. Where shall I go for some sun in my eyes?