Let it fall

It was one of those magical moments - 3 a.m. with the street all for myself, the streetlights burning bright, and then, the snow starts falling. The moment was made all the more poignant since I'd gone out, and had returned home drunk. The beauty multipied.

I ran inside my home, grabbed a camera, and ran out, clicking pictures at will. This one is one of many I took. I like this since this was one of first, and snows is fresh, the streetlights looks like some shooting stars in the sky, and the sky is clear and dark. Awesome.

One of those moments, a rarity.

Next morning, I woke up to white London. Great, but I was the first to see the snow. Knowing that made me feel special. Or whatever.

And it was bloody cold.