I sincerely thought my eyes were deceiving me. A combination of bad eye sight and still being half asleep, but no! There was truly snow on the ground. Minimal, but there. A vision of white, attempting to beautify the otherwise dull day. Falling softly down Oxford St as I ambled to work. Coating cars, scooters and adding dandruff to trees. Cleaning the streets of London and adding wonder to the mundane.
Now, as I'm settled inside with a cup of tea in hand, it falls fast outside. Unfortunately, it's not sticking to the wet ground. But I guess, 'I can't come home, I'm stuck at work' isn't quite as fun as 'I can't come to work, I'm stuck at home'.
Settle overnight?
It's predicted to continue! Loving snow in January...
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