It was snowing as I woke up in London this morning and it made me feel peaceful. I must be a winter person, in spite of being prone to light-deficiency induced depression.
The winter scenery didn’t last though, and as I arrived to Brum, after almost three hours of blissful staring out of the window of a National Express coach while listening to the music, there was no snow left outside. But it is snowing again now. So there’s hope for another soothing winter view before the craziness and stress and hectic life start all over again tomorrow.
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