Isn’t it funny how a little thing called snow can change ones mood quite drastically?
I opened my front door this morning, trying to shake off the Monday/January/back to work blues, when Wham! Bam! Thank you Mam! I noticed snow flakes had fallen to the ground and painted a blanket of snow onto the outside world.
I know I can be prone to exaggerate, but I can truthfully say I was not exaggerating the temperature yesterday. Hence the snow today.
I grinned when I saw the white pavements and the white roof tops. Mother nature strikes again. This time in a fluffy white snow cloud.
So guess what I did next? I raced upstairs for my camera! I had to capture the scene. Everything looked so pretty, as if I had stepped inside the delicate pages of a fairy tale. I’m not sure which fairy tale, maybe Snow White and the streets of Essex? Or Alice in Snowland?
Yep, snow is a funny thing. It completely transformed my mood. I found myself smiling at strangers, admiring footprints, and taking pictures of brick walls.
I think they should bottle snow flakes and sell it as happy potion. Banish Prozac, cancel the expensive therapy, purchase a bottle of white stuff instead. Then you can gaze at it, and sprinkle it on the world when you feel your mood sinking and your smile slipping.
It took me a very long time to walk to the train station this morning.
I was late for work.
The snow scene.
The snow house.
A blanket of snow.