let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

It snowed in London today, which just goes to show that you could never know what the weather will bring in London - even if you have been staying here for the past 3 years.

And it is not merely a light dusting of snow; it came down fast, thick and heavy with snow caught up in the branches of the trees, hugging the top of cars and coating the griles and fences.
No matter how many times you've seen it or no matter how much snow you have seen before, I think it is always difficult for me to surpress that feeling of child-like and animated wonder at the sight of the first snow fall.

Somehow, the sight of snow seemed to rekindle the hope that even after all that have happened, there will always be a second chance; that you can always choose to start anew; or to begin a fresh start no matter what or when.

So what are you still doing here then?