Still, still, still . . .

. . . one can hear the falling snow.


Or, that's the theory anyway. The sound didn't seem to wake me up two nights ago, but I certainly got a phone call from a very excited Brazilian just before I was going to leave for morning prayers saying that it had snowed over night.



Sure enough, 2cm of snow lay on the ground and perfectly covered every branch and tree - which Dr. Watson tells me is rather unusual for the rare times that it does snow in London. Often, it is too warm for the snow to stick on the trees.


I must admit, as much as I've missed snow and have been longing to see it, it was even more special than I expected to be able to share that morning with so many people who had never seen snow before in their lives - Brian from Zimbabwe, Alice/Leandro/Thiago from Brasil, Marcial from the Philippines, etc. I have some really wonderful memories now of taking Alice out to feel and taste snow (which I knew she'd love, since she is already addicted to eating ice as a snack) and watching the Hungarians beat Thiago and Marcial in a snowball fight.

And yes, the snow was gone by lunchtime. But fortunately, memories aren't so fleeting.

Enjoy the pictures :)