On the first bright morning for what seemed like weeks, I opened my front door for the daily commute and saw this mottled blue lying still opposite me. That, combined with sunshine that could almost be called early spring, made it a joyous start to the day. The previous week had seen a staggering snowfall, which brought London almost to a standstill but also elicited childlike playfulness from most. It lent such a rare and fleeting beauty to the city that I'd craved a balloon to snap against it, but it wasn't to be.
The snow was finally seen off by even heavier rain, which had made wet grey misery of the past few days, so this sun was especially welcome. This blue stands, then, as a harbinger of spring, although its icy colour mirrored the still-wintry air.
The snow was finally seen off by even heavier rain, which had made wet grey misery of the past few days, so this sun was especially welcome. This blue stands, then, as a harbinger of spring, although its icy colour mirrored the still-wintry air.
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