the distance

The physical, geographic, seasonal distance between me and my family these days is like the difference between the 15°C and leaden sky looming over Milan this morning here as I wake up with a sprinkling of rain, and the images I see coming in from the live webcams in Puglia, where I live.

It makes me a bit melancholy, if not quite in a foul mood. And it makes me worry about what is to come in the next few days.