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WEATHER: DEFINITIVE, LAST 7 DAYS OF SUMMER, then GOODBYE to a Season of Joy and Sorrow. TO AUTUMN
Goodbye Summer, that’s when It is the anticyclone, whether of the Azores or of Africa, this immense bubble of sun and heat, joy and pain of a very long Italian summer, the indisputable messenger of the so-called good weather.
When it approaches on tiptoe in the first sunny days of March and April, it unquestionably fills our souls with so many hopes for the summer that it brings us: the little ones start thinking about vacations, the older ones go on vacation because in the end, of course , has taken the road of summer. Because Summer often wants to rhyme with happiness. But not always.
More joys than pains or more pains than joys?
In recent years, the most docile anticyclone in the Azores has been repeated and finally systematically replaced by the most fearsome, fierce and muggy African Anticyclone … but how, does it come from Africa and is it more muggy? Of course, before you get here, you drive a long way, thousands of kilometers so to speak, flying face to face, nose to nose, over a Libyan sea that is anything but cool and dry; When the air reaches our cities, only the African temperature remains, for the rest: humidity.
And it does not give up.
It seemed, between the end of August and the beginning of September, that the repeated incursions of storms triggered by wet and cool infiltrations from northern Europe, which crossed our alpine barrier, not without effort, could somehow scratch the anticyclonic bell of the high pressure now aged by these. long months, difficult in every way
But no: a revived African Cuneo made us savor and sweat the previous heat already experienced between July and August, and nothing (or almost) not even the intervention of a Medicane (MEDIterranean HurriCANE) was necessary, nothing less than a true Mediterranean Hurricane of there the term.
But the end is near
In the correct 7 days, Autumn will take care of it, this time the real one, the astronomical one, is to dictate the law on things and return the scattered papers of a now dissolved climate and she will use the hand she likes the most: the Iceland cyclone , search. immense cloud that for at least 6 months remains stationary over the Atlantic and between clouds and rains dispenses Water (and Life) also towards the Mediterranean.
Around Friday September 25 Even in Italy, the so-called Beautiful Season will disappear, destroyed by storms, gusts of wind and even by First snow on the peaks and not only on the peaks that, from up there, and not too high at 1900m, will say hey, I’m here too, did you forget about me?
At that time of summer that is leaving, not only joys or sorrows will remain, but above all the Memories, of a Season, of a Party, or just of a Night, a Star.
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