An eerie orange glow accompanied a big dump of snow last week. I think it was from the street lights reflecting off the snow flakes as they plummeted mercilessly entombing the city in a cold and vulgar crust of disruption. The pics above were taken around 11.30 pm. The top one is our front garden the other is the street outside the front garden. I can never understand the joy that grips people who ski?
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