My Florentine husband hates winter. Hates the short days and lack of light. He consantly complains it’s dark at 5pm. He loves summer, long days and late sunsets.
I don’t blame him, but somehow I support it better than he does, or at least I don’t complain. I try to find the beauty in it all.
This time of year, we have clear dark skies and it sets off th…