So far my experiences of snow in the UK have been in small towns and villages, but last night it snowed in London and I had my first taste of city snow. Now, nearly 24 hours later, the snow is turning a bit sludgy and icy, but it really was spectacular last night.
The snowflakes were dancing like tiny fairies in the light from the street lamps – small and floating gently until the ground went from a little fuzzy to ice-covered to white as the snow began to stick. We couldn’t see Canary Wharf as the clouds were so low, but the bright neon lights made the snow into pale, soft pastels – the lightest lilac where the purple lights shone through, and almost pistachio, and gently blushed with rose.
This morning the strange light woke me – our room seemed blue-white where the light crept around the curtains. I tiptoed into the lounge and drew the curtains covering the french doors out onto the balcony and everything was kissed with white. I don’t know where the birds were – normally the jetties are covered with them in the early morning – but they drifted back during the day and a moorhen was swimming furiously fast across the dock mid-morning. Soon their little webbed feet were leaving indentations in the snow and human footprints black-dotted the white.
But even now, when it’s starting to melt a little, it looks like God dusted the roofs of the houses and flatblocks with icing – sugar-coating the concrete for just this little while.