That can't be true winter.

Makes me feel good. Because my true love wants me back in Sardinia next winter. My winter stay in this land of enchantment is fast running out. I'll be back in Minnesota in March. But next winter, my true love wants me to come earlier and stay later. I'd arrive in the autumn. And leave in the spring. Maybe not until May or June. That would allow me to better experience the Mediterranean Sea. The natives usually don't take to the beaches and the sea until May. Though I'd consider a dip even now. In the middle of a Sardinian so-called winter. When it doesn't even freeze overnight, that can't be true winter. --Jim Broede