Irresistible to be there this morning after a few days of rain. And to feel embraced by the light, by the landscape: I have names for a few things I see: Monte Guglielmo, the strip of Lake Iseo, Monte Isola, the little church of Cremignane. The fresh morning air wakes me up better than a shower; the sun warms my skin; the grass still has traces of frost. I feel dressed in the landscape. E even inside.