Golden days of Autumn

It may be November but Mother Nature bathes Firenze in a welcome warm golden glow. A relaxing timelessness pervades and Sunday strollers slip into a slower gear, an even more gentle amble than usual, seeking quiet spots by the River to sip coffee, read a book or watch kayakers and stand-up paddle boarders glide across the full waters. Storm clouds have cleared and feathered friends fly across cerulean blue, busier than all of us about their birdy business. Can winter really be around the corner?