Monday, February 2, 2009
Yes, it was in the air since last week and finally yesterday it started. This morning London was literally covered by snow. I woke up and wherever I turned the only colour I could see was a bright, almost shiny, white.
Forecast said it will get worse in the afternoon. Or better, it depends on the point of view. Many people, in fact, could not manage to go to work since there is no bus service whatsoever, and almost no tube and train services either. So people (yes, including myself) are obliged to enjoy the snow, in one of the coldest winters Londoners remember.
As far as I'm concerned, I'm very glad I've fallen into a white, fluffy and freezing blanket, even if I lost the feeling of my feet for a couple of minutes. The park in front of my house is wrapped by a surreal aura of ancestral pleasure.
In this brief and unexpected mid-winter bank holiday, all I can see from my window is people making snowmen (or trying to) and throwing snowballs at each other.
And yet, it seems like snowflakes don't want to stop falling.