January 6

The shock of snow: 6.30am and I had no idea everything was so hard and white. My feet crunch under me and my breath hangs in the air.

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The surprise of snow: mid-morning now and the snow swirls around all of a sudden; all of us watching adults are children again, pointing.

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The delight of snow. Early afternoon and I look out of the window to see the sky covered in grey clouds and the air full of thick, slow snow again.

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The sadness of snow. Baby flakes in the evening and only white smears left on the wall like a childish giggle.