Winter has finally arrived in Biella, and I find myself in the peculiar position of wanting snow. After 22 years of southern living, this is character development I never saw coming.
Snow in Biella is a rare guest — arriving perhaps once or twice, staying for a polite day or two before disappearing, as if it had forgotten an important appointment elsewhere.
But this year? This year, I’m craving it
The Almost-Adventure
The walking group chat has been exploding with snow photos — gorgeous, postcard-perfect shots that make you want to lace up your boots immediately. So last Saturday, after a fresh snowfall dusted the city, I thought: Today’s the day. I’m going to the mountains.
I had errands to run first. No problem. Plenty of time for a little mountain walk afterward. Then I looked up.
Above the peaks: massive, brooding, seriously uninviting dark gray clouds.
My enthusiasm deflated like a sad balloon. Where exactly was I planning to go in that?
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