Few, at least in the hills and plains, humbled by the rain, maybe a little gray, but beautiful. Very beautiful. As always.
Finally the snow has arrived.
The miracle came true once again.
Once the snow was usual, heritage of winter and humanity, of the children and beautiful hearts. Not anymore.
For this the miracle is even greater now that it is easier to melt the blood of San Gennaro in Naples that it snows like heaven knows how. Why is angry, Heaven. Of the excessive teasing that we do.
But now there is, the snow. For a while it will make things more clean and beautiful; will also make snowmen, the babaciu, that among all the characters of snow are the most magical, the most enchanted: able to melt into a smile.
We met a snowman; Suddenly it is offered to our eyes; on a small pillar of stone to keep chains loose on the ground.
The Babaciu of San Pietro, we have called, because nearby there is a church.
Surely there was a child to do so, but not only; he could not have done so much; there was also an adult; perhaps a father; more likely a father and a mother; perhaps the children were two; the family has shaped it; ephemeral and shining to tear smiles; to those who pass, to all those will go to church, to all those greet it with a secret nod of the heart.
If this is not magic of Snow …