It's been snowing for two days in London. It's not settling very well, which suits me quite well. London looks beautiful through falling snow - giant white snowflakes covering everything. It seems to change the mood of Londoners too - seeing it makes me insanely happy for some reason. Perhaps it brings out the child in all of us.
Snow always makes me think of birthdays, and my childhood when we had colder winters. Whatever happened to the thick snow we used to get? I remember my first snowman. He seemed very tall back then :)
It's weird but I can't think of a single bad memory linked to snow. I wonder why that is.
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