Snow

Waiting for the train this morning, looking up at the roof of London Bridge station, Victorian steel frame and glass, snow falling gently through the air, almost imperceptable but definitely there. On the bridge that crosses the platforms, standing on the top step, closer to the roof, watching the throng of commuters rushing along platform 13 to the exit, desperate to get to work so they can get the day over with and go home, they don't seem to notice the gently swirling snow snowing through the roof gaps. Snowing indoors. Felt sort of magical.