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.
Labels: Let if fall

3 Comments:
I really like that picture. It does make the street lights look like stars or something. As you put it it's bloody cold here too. We're finally at a whopping 5 degrees. Things always look so pretty after a fresh snowfall.
Snow and stars are a great mixture. I found myself gazing at such a mixture tonight. Thought of you.
Meg
meg...rings so many bells. yes, snow and stars, uummm...had a lot of love to it, and it's even more magical.
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