Where is the sun?

It seems absurd, but ever since we returned from the desert, almost three weeks ago, we have only seen the sun two days here in Milan. All the others are a long sequence of grey rainy days, depriving color to the parts of the plants that are still alive, colored like a late autumn. It is true that we are in winter and that November is usually the saddest month, but the memory of warm days with blue sky and sun to warm the skin become all-consuming. “Luckily we work a lot” a friend said to me “otherwise how would we support such a climate without going into depression?” It is a sad thought that as an antidote to the sadness we can only work: we are really limited!