Snowy Weather

Yesterday, snowy weather threw travel services into chaos in London.
"A little bit of snow," moaned one bus passenger. "And everything grinds to a halt."

"Brace yourselves for a wet and windy weekend,"said the DJ on the radio this morning. Presumably he meant wetter and windier than usual.

Yesterday I staggered through the snow.
Today I slithered through the slush.

Anyway here's a slightly more romantic and meditative spin on snowy weather for reflective contemplation:

Snowflakes

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow