the power of snow

and I returned to London on Saturday evening. On Sunday, a stroll around the shops looking for Christmas purchases… the biting cold, hat, gloves… super coat.

Just enough time to have dinner and we realized that it was snowing outside. A nice thick snow … with some nice flakes.

And I’m immediately thrilled…”we have to go out”…I see the look of her husband who doesn’t want to, it’s cold to him…and instead I force him out.

And we take a nice walk up to Tower Bridge … (where the wind turns those beautiful flakes into a blizzard, I must say). And nothing. on the streets you meet people with scarves and hoods who smile at you…because snow has this power.

what power?

the power to make everyone a child again. Laughing, making puppets, throwing balls… Now snow has this power in places where it is almost never seen, where it is desired.

When we were kids, we all hoped for a “giant night snow” that wouldn’t let us go to school.

Then obviously the snow has this power if you walk like I did for ten minutes, and then you go home, aware that you’re in smart working anyway the next day.

One thing about snow is to transform sounds. and for a deaf person that’s all. Now let’s say that I was expecting a silent city, without cars or anything else… instead here in London, I have to say that the streets were pretty clean, the cars were fine and therefore there was very little muffled.

The next day, that is yesterday, this snow has become ice … Frozen castle style.

I haven’t gone out yet, but I’m getting ready for tomorrow’s outings, which I will surely be able to slip into as my style