Thursday, 7 January 2010
I know people are going spare, stocking up on tins and cigarettes, fighting over milk in tescos thinking the world is about to end, but the snow is beautiful. It makes people softer, It makes people remember to say hello to each other. It makes people slow down and walk and look at things they'd normally speed past. Four by fours remain arrogant above the white, demanding authority. However the majority are smiling with rosy cheeks and aching calves. It's a constant sunday.