Kiss Me On The Frozen Lake
Temperature dropped as low as minus 7 as the winter slowly crawled under the horizon and was showing no holding back. The ice formed the calm water from the shores, a thin layer spreading across the surface of Lago di Comabbio (Comabbio Lake), and then downward to nobody knows how deep. The superimposed ice had formed a thick layer from the rain, which had been fallen on the day before I came there, and had been seeped up through the cracks in the ice. The lake became frozen.
Nobody had expected it, not even about the white winter in this Varese region, as the winter temperature had been raising in the past three years. But up until the early January this year, the snow fell down unexpectedly, leaving the puffy pile of snows on the roofs, rounding up on the tree branches which fell down on our head while we were walking in the park, and filling the roads that the sound of snow removal machines in the dusk became our wake-up call. The cold created ice flakes on the window and froze the lake.
Crowds were appearing around the frozen lake. It was a dazzling Sunday afternoon. The sun kissed our cheeks since the morning. People say, when it is clear and sunny at the peak of winter, it will be the most beautiful day of the year. And it truly was.
The sky had become into a color grading crayoned wallpaper we could enjoy while walking on the wooden path on west side of the lake. Along the way were full of laughters where families were hanging around and having a walk-on-ice game. They were enjoying the bell tower of Parrochia di Varano Borghi speared up and showered by the sun light on the lake background. While some others, they squezzed some sweat. A fleet of ice bikes were roaming around the lake, departing from Parco Berrini circling around the lake. Some intentionally brought the ice skates to play in that natural ice ring. Children were running cheerily on the lake, riding sleigh, and playing football.
Then the most beautiful part of all was the time as the sun waved goodbye, disappeared behind the pre-alps mountains. The lake reflected the glimmering lights from the oranged colored sky, while a song which titled the same phrase and sung by Nat King Cole, was playing on my head. The clouds shaped itself into fluffy and bubbly kinda balloon.
We were standing there.
Kissing.
TO GET THERE
Drive for 50 minutes from Milan to reach the lake, it is well connected with the highway. Take the exit Sesto Calende. While with train, the nearest station is Varano Borghi.
Park in Via Roma, close to Park Berrini where you can walk around the lake. Another point would be in Via Enrico Fermi in Varano Borghi.
