Mount Etna is the most active volcano in Europe and is my current fascination.
Sicilian writers have the burning heart of Mongibello deep within their hearts, so much so they barely acknowledge it in their words.
For someone new to the island like this once Unwilling Expat, the mountain offers endless images over the ever changing seasons.
In the winter Etna is an ashen melancholic tribute to a lonely gravesite.
That’s a lovely offering!
I didn’t even notice the gravesite while I was taking the photo, I was too busy worshipping Etna 😉