Wednesday, January 24, 2007

London Snow

On waking all is still and quiet, as if insulated from sound,




And you look out and see the reason; a blanket of snow on the ground,




Embracing every horizontal surface and non-vertical plain




It lies there until disturbed and it disappears again.







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