On Friday, after lunch, I looked out the window, and the snow was still tumbling down, ever so lightly. But the sun was shining! A sun-snow-shower! So I put on my coat and pulled up my hood.
Everything sparkled, even the air, laced as it was with floating crystals.
And snow everywhere! Snow on the steps, snow on the boats, snow on the train tracks and the lampposts, snow on the stone walls and crosses.
The seagulls sat on little nests of snow on top of the posts in the river. Picnic anyone?
And I am so tired now, and not doing this justice. But it felt like the most beautiful day in the world, ever.
The snow glittered below and above and the sun shone on everything, and the seagulls swarmed and flocked like snowflakes themselves.