After about a week of iffy weather, it is sunny and warm today. The bora has pushed all the mists to the sea, which now glows blue in the distance. My terrace is the place to be once again. The fly in the ointment is that the weather forecast is far from good. We may have snow in a few days, or so I learned from the local newspapers this morning. Now as always, though, the trick is to seize the moment. The birds that flutter by my lounge-chair every once in a while seem to be oblivious to the ominous forecast. Trying my best to emulate them, I cannot but feel pangs of jealousy every now and then. The lucky bastards are way ahead of me.