I was walking towards the toyshop this morning, slightly surprised by the bitterness of the cold, and wishing I'd brought my scarf and worn more under me cota, when out of the tiny teeny little dots of ice floating down here and there, what looked like a perfectly formed snowflake flew right at me, for a second I thought I could see its intricacy, and landed on my mouth, a tiny frosted melting kiss.
I love the snow. But there's apparently going to be blizzards this weekend. Which will severely cramp my stressed out last minute Christmas prep if it hits. Thankfully I now have a bootful of toys that promise enough of a Christmas if all else fails. Phew!
