(translated with google translate)
A year has passed since the beginning of this new life marked by disconcerting and all new words, rhythms and feelings. Maybe we have learned to stay, maybe we are all a little depressed, maybe the ability to design what will be has been put to the test.
The luck of those who live at the foot of this spectacle of nature called Etna, however, is to be able to be surprised every time.
He accompanied us with puffs of smoke, lava fountains that seemed to remind us of the color of our region: we are red! We are orange!
And down with breathtaking sunsets enriched by drops of fire and frames of smoke, lenticulars resting on the top, as a lid, made alien by the color of the overflowing lava, hints of flows that we missed, the fireworks at midnight of the last night of the year (because she never wants to be less).
And then, after the joy of a shower of snow flakes over Catania, the amazement of the rain of stones.
Tick tick tick on the windshield and the thought immediately goes to “and now what else will this car have, why is it making this noise?”. But no: it was the paroxysm of the afternoon of February 16, needless to say – because she always does things to perfection – at sunset.
Then the phone rings, excited and incredulous voices: “it’s raining lava stones!”
All out. She washes in her hair. Let’s go and see better!
And then, understood that no, no mouths had opened at the bottom, which was just a way to awaken us from this apathy and to make us feel even more mad to run up there, only amazement.
Glittering eyes, unknown people on the street asking you “what’s going on?”, Cars parked on the side of the roads (and highways) so as not to miss the show.
Because such a spectacular casting is not something that happens every day.
Messages arrive from those who have been up there with you. Europe thinks of you, a little bit would like to be there with you, she surprises herself with you.
No, we are not alone. Yes, we are still close. And yes, we are still alive and ready to go again.
A couple of hours and everything goes back to the mountains, everything goes back to sleep.
But our hearts jumped and it’s not enough for us. Eyes on the north, eagerly hoping it’s not over.
May this mother Etna give us other emotions.
Fine, too. Remind us that that’s where we need to focus and that everything continues, nothing ends.
And she, patient and condescending, does not stop.
So thank you, mom, you taught us something today too. It really looks like you are human.
As a worried parent you come and teach us the lesson we need.
It is up to us to seize it and treasure it.
