As I went out at 10:30pm to take the dog around the block, snowflakes were softly falling through the glow of the street lights.
It was quiet and no one else was out, not even the foxes.
Agnes loves snow and jumped in the air trying to catch the snowflakes, twirling on her back legs and growling in delight.
In the morning, while not a thick blanket, it was enough to send the city into chaos and force me into getting the slow, rumbling, red bus to work.
Agnes ran through the snow-covered park like a delirious gazelle; leaping, bounding, jumping with complete abandon. A sight of pure joy.
If it lasts the weekend we’ll be enjoying some more snow fun while transport grinds to a halt.