With the wind whipping around the family house and the colours fading to winter, an elderly Italian woman composes a long letter to her granddaughter in America. In some ways it is a love letter... in other ways a confession. Above all, it is a bequest from a woman at last brave enough to acknowledge that she has too long submitted to convention... a woman wanting to teach her granddaughter that the one important journey in life is to the centre of ourselves, to that point where we can gather the courage to follow our hearts.