White noise

In the absence of fencing class tonight, I layered up and went snowwalking after sunset in Hyde Park.
( Stopping by woods on a snowy evening )

Midway through my walk, I felt the snow end: the northeast wind died away and all was still. The temperature rose above freezing, and on my way home the texture of the snow underfoot, even the untrodden stuff, was palpably heavier and wetter. By tomorrow afternoon it may well all be gone.

I'll miss it: the way it changed the shape and sound of everything and made London look clean for a minute or two.