What was it I was saying earlier about it being "the perfect snow" and how it makes everything pretty but doesn't bring the city to a screeching halt?
Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhhh... Here's the thing... It actually DID bring the city to a screching halt.
I stood on the District Line platform for an hour before they finally told us that no train would be coming. Que the groans from everbody and the shuffle of a thousand feet to the overland train platform.
After nearly breaking down into tears because I thought I wasn't going to make it to my first Italian class, standing on a PACKED train squished up against a divider window like a plush Garfield suction cupped to a Honda Civic and then sprinting through Belgrave Square lugging a Starbucks to-go mug and a Chloe Edith (I don't recommend it), I arrived with about 30 seconds to spare. Snaps for me.
And now, just because I can, and well... Really, when will I get the chance to post snow pictures again? Here are more photos of the white stuff, this time in actual daylight (as opposed to the "breaking-of-dawn" variety of yesterhour):
From our bedroom window:
From the hall window:
On my walk to the station down our street:
Richmond Green, or shall I call it Richmond White?:
Snowmen! Vertically challenged snowmen! But snowmen nonetheless!