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WEATHER: SUMMER DROPS, then the BEAUTIFUL SEASON will say goodbye between Alegrías and Dolores. TO AUTUMN
Goodbye Summer, that’s when IT IS The anticyclone, either from Azores the African, this huge bubble of only and of hot, joy me efforts one very long Estate Italian, indisputable messenger of the so-called good weather.
As you tiptoe on the first sunny days of March me April Unquestionably, it 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, they have taken the road of the 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 of the Azores has been repeatedly and finally systematically replaced by the most fearsome, fierce and sensual, Anticyclone African… but how, does it come from Africa and is it more sensual? 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, say African only one left temperature, for the rest: humidity.
And it does not give up.
It seemed, in the end August and begin Septemberwhat repeated incursions storms Triggered by wet and cool infiltrations from northern Europe, which not without difficulty crossed our alpine barrier, they were somehow able to scratch the high pressure anticyclonic bell now aged by these long months, difficult in every way.
But no: a returnee Cuneo African made us savor and welding the previous heat already experienced between July ed August, and even the intervention of a Medicane (HurriCANE MEDIterranean), nothing less than a real one Hurricane Mediterranean hence the term.
But the end is near
In a few days he will think about it fall, this time the real one, the astronomical one, to dictate the law on things and put in their place the scattered papers of a climate now dissolved and he will use the hand he likes best: the iceland cyclone, this immense cloud that for at least 6 months remains stationary alternately over the Atlantic and between clouds me rains dispenses Water (and Life) also to the Mediterranean.
More or less for the next week 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 point in the summer that is leaving, not only joys or sorrows will remain, but above all Memories, of a Season, of a Party, or why not, only of a Night, a Star.
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