Basking in London’s snowfall

Christmas is in the air, in all kinds of lovely and glittering ways: artisan cards, gingerbread beverages, bougie wrapping paper, even a good a good deal on mulled wine selection.


But sometimes, surprise surprise, the best Christmas gifts are free. Take the snow that made a surprise appearance today, for example.

My relationship with snow is a colourful one: smitten with the stuff in third grade, overjoyed to have a hill just made for sledding across the street, overwhelmed by a snowmageddon a few years later but shoveled tirelessly in exchange for Muse tickets nonetheless, scoffed at the iced roads that passed at snow in the South and ended up going to Syracuse University.

And yet, the novelty hasn’t worn off for me.

I was still absolutely flabbergasted to draw back my nearly blackout red curtains to find flurries whizzing through the London air. If nothing else, now, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas in London.


Categorized as Sights

By Caroline Colvin

Black retro-obsessed non-binary baddie ♡ pleasure & wellness advocate ♡ aesthetic archivist ♡

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