Myst

September, early morning. The humidity starts to freeze at dawn, and the myst is coming. Today, or tomorrow or even saturday, the autumn is supposed to come. The sun will rest and the dark will come. Ancient time, the equinox symbolized the never ending strugge between light and dark. We have just one month more, and then - leaving the legal hour - the dark will envelope us. Time will come to sit in front of a fireplace eating chestnuts and drinking sweet new wine. The winter, in Italy, is still a romantic and myst-erious time.