Snow (epilogue)

     Then, after the novelty has worn off, after the weather starts to change, after councils get their act together and put down grit, colour starts to be seen again.  A thaw seeps into your bones.   You remember just how bright is the green of the trees, how warm the naked winter dirt.

     And there’s a smile on your face as a familiar, calm, drizzle washes the weird magic of the snow away.