Four Seasons
We spent an unforgettable 9 days in Arona at the beautiful villa White Lilac B&B. Naturally, every day we traveled to one or another corner of Lake Maggiore: fabulous islands, magical towns and villages. All this indescribable scenic beauty prompted me to write this short story, which I dedicate to Donatella , Simon and Sonia. Four Seasons Autumn was dying. She was cold, because all her clothes simply flew off under the pressure of the winter winds. She, naked, was either drenched by heavy rain, or frozen by the first frosts - the breath of Winter. The sister was merciless. And when she bound everything around with ice and covered everything with snow, Autumn was gone. But Winter's power was not eternal. The merciless old woman was melting. Her eternal, at first glance, nights were getting shorter and days longer. And the longer they were, the more painful her days became: the merciless Sun, as if emerging from the dark dungeons of Winter, was taking revenge on the ...